Chapter 135: Christmas Eve And Callian
Eira pulled her coat tighter around herself as she stepped off the curb, the winter wind biting at her cheeks.
Her boots crunched against the thin layer of snow that had started to blanket the sidewalks.
It had been a long week.
Too long.
Every step felt heavier, her exhaustion tugged her body down like lead.
The streets were quieter than usual, with most people rushing to finish last-minute shopping before Christmas.
Eira wasn't in the mood for the holiday cheer, though.
She just wanted to get home, crawl into bed, and let sleep take her away from all the mess that seemed to follow her everywhere lately.
As she crossed the corner near her building, her shoulder brushed against someone else's.
"Oh, sorry," the man said quickly, stepping back to give her space.
Eira barely glanced at him. "It's fine," she murmured, her voice soft and tired.
