Chapter One Hundred And Forty Eight
The air in Manchester was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the stifling humidity of Chicago summers. Moving across the ocean was a massive leap of faith, but it was the only way I could survive. Every corner of Chicago had become a cruel reminder of Khalid. The city was a ghost town haunted by the memory of his broad shoulders, his quiet intensity, and that devastating final kiss. I couldn’t bear the thought of accidentally seeing a highlight clip of the Arctic Wolves on a television screen, or driving past the empty penthouse downtown. I needed to disappear just like he did, to protect my sanity and the tiny, miraculous life growing inside me.
Before I boarded the flight, I made the hardest decision of all: I sold the beautiful white Mercedes-Benz
