Midnight Cravings

Previously

…I knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified me, that my carefully constructed life was starting to fray at the edges. And Elias, with his shadows and his secrets, was the one holding the shears. The question wasn’t whether to let him cut, but whether I was brave enough to step into the bright, unknown space he was creating. The answer, I suspected, was already taking root, a wild, beautiful bloom in the quiet garden of my heart. The scent of old paper still clung to my clothes, a subtle reminder of where I’d been, and where I might be going. And for the first time in a long time, the uncertainty felt like a promise.