~Dahlia's POV~
They say apologies were like late guests—always arriving after the damage has already been done. When Orion stepped into the room, I barely glanced up.
His scent, familiar and cold, filled my lungs like something half-remembered in a nightmare. Amara laid quietly on the bed beside me, a soft sigh escaping her tiny lips as she watched us, but never saying anything.
She looked like she was in a state of half sleep. And that was understandable.
"Firstly, Dahlia I wanted to apologize to you for not being there in times when you needed me the most. I've been experiencing a few major setbacks these past few weeks and it's been the reason—"
"Beta, you don't have to apologise to me and Amara. I totally understand how busy you've been and how stressed you've been lately!" I rushed out, interrupting him before he spewed out more lies.