Destiny's POV
After saying good night to Lela, I quietly slipped into my room, the paper bag cradled gently in my arms like something fragile and precious. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. The silence of the room wrapped around me, and for the first time all day, I allowed myself to feel the anticipation bubbling beneath my skin.
I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully opened the bag. My hands trembled slightly—not from fear, but from a strange, fluttering excitement I couldn't quite explain. Nestled inside was a familiar cover. My breath hitched.
It was a book.
Not just any book.
It was a novel by my favorite author—one I hadn't read yet, one I had longed for even before everything in my life had changed. I stared at it, speechless, my vision blurring with tears. Red had given me this. Somehow, he had known.
