Lila’s P.O.V.
I woke up that Monday morning feeling something new: peace. I let out a soft sigh, rolling onto my side to see Skye lying next to me, still in the haze of sleep. His face was relaxed, his features softened in a way I didn’t often get to see, and it brought a small smile to my lips. The weekend had changed so much for us, not only between us but within myself as well. After everything I had learned about Skye and his family, my initial fears had somehow faded into something much simpler. I felt as if we had come through a storm together, and now the sky was clear, the future something I actually looked forward to again.
I gently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and tiptoed into the kitchen to make us both some coffee. As it brewed, I thought back over the weekend
