Chapter 51
The Weight of Regret
(Andy’s POV)
The London skyline stretched before me, the city lights flickering like stars against the dusk. I leaned back in my chair, staring out at the endless sprawl of buildings and streets, trying to distract myself with the view. But it was a futile effort, as it always was. No matter where I looked, no matter what I did, my thoughts always returned to her.
Esha.
The name itself was like a balm and a wound all at once. Even now, two years after I left, the memory of her was as vivid as ever. I closed my eyes, and there she was, laughing in the soft glow of twilight, her eyes filled with warmth and trust. That memory had stayed with me, had sustained me, and yet it haunted me too. Because I knew I’d betrayed that trust in the worst possible way.
