POV: Kesley

The house felt cold when I walked in. It feels Empty in that particular way it only got when Leo wasn’t in it, like the walls themselves were holding their breath waiting for him to return.

I climbed the stairs slowly, my heels sinking into the plush runner, my mind still half-stuck on the image of him transforming in the back of the car. The suit jacket coming off.

The leather sliding over his shoulders. The way his hands moved with that practiced efficiency, like he’d done it a hundred times before I ever knew him.

Because he had…

There were whole decades of Leo before me, years...