Chapter 3: What Healing Looks Like
Later that night, Leo lay curled up in bed, clutching his toy train—the one he had thrown.
A soft knock came at the door.
“Can I come in?” Ethan’s voice asked.
Leo didn’t respond—but he didn’t say no.
Ethan stepped inside slowly, like he was entering unfamiliar territory.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
“I heard what you said earlier,” he began. “About missing her.”
Leo’s eyes filled again.
“I thought… if I didn’t talk about her, it wouldn’t hurt so much,” Ethan continued. “But I think I was wrong.”
Leo looked up.
“I miss her too,” Ethan said, his voice rough.
That was all it took.
Leo threw his arms around him, crying again—but this time, it felt different.
Not trapped.
Not alone.
Just… released.
At the doorway, the woman watched quietly, her eyes glistening.
Ethan looked up at her.
No anger. No distance.
Just understanding.
“Stay,” he said.
It wasn’t a command.
It was a request.
She nodded.
And for the first time in a long time, the penthouse didn’t feel cold anymore.
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It felt like a home.
THE END
