Laura’s POV
The city lights blurred into streaks of color as I drove to my grandmother’s house, my thoughts still spinning from the conversation with Antonio. His words clung to me, stirring emotions I didn’t want to face. He had offered me time, space, and the oddest of all—care. But the lines between our arrangement and something more were beginning to blur, and that terrified me.
I pulled into the familiar driveway, the sight of my grandmother’s quaint house bringing a sense of calm. It sat on the edge of the city, far from the towering penthouses and suffocating wealth that surrounded Antonio. Here, things were simple. Safe. At least, that’s how it used to feel.
I parked the car and took a deep breath before heading inside. My grandmother’s house had always been a sanctuary, but eve
