Chapter 141: A Father's Regret
Eira spent the day in a strange blend of warmth and unease.
Callian had been attentive, kind in ways that felt almost foreign.
They had spent the morning talking softly, opening gifts, and sharing a quiet meal.
His gestures were thoughtful, watching her as if memorizing every small detail.
By the time evening fell, Eira was back outside her apartment, her arms were filled with the weight of Callian's gifts in her hands.
His car idled at the curb.
"I'll call you tomorrow," Callian said, leaning out of the car window.
"Sure," Eira replied, unsure of what else to say.
"Take care of yourself," he added softly, his brown eyes lingering on her.
She nodded, and he drove off into the snowy night, his taillights disappeared down the street.
Eira turned toward her building, her breath curled in the cold air.
