The morning sun sifting through the curtains of her apartment spread soft light throughout the room. She sat on the couch, staring at her laptop screen, still reeling from last night. Mark's break-in had shaken her, but Leon's silent strength was an anchor. The feel of his hand upon hers still lingered, and she found herself replaying their conversation in her head.
"It's personal now."
The words had weight to them, more so than she would let herself accept. She looked across the room to Leon, who, against the kitchen counter, was sipping his coffee with a brooding expression. The air between them was thick with what was left unsaid, the memory of their shared moment hanging over them like a thread waiting to snap.
