C185 Epilogue – Allison’s POV — serenity.

I watched Clayton from across the rooftop garden as the breeze rustled the edges of his open shirt. The golden sunset flared behind him, but he didn’t look up. His gaze hovered on his phone, thumb paused over the screen, like whatever he was reading had pulled him somewhere far from me.

“Again?” I asked, pitching my voice to be loud enough.

He looked up slowly, locking eyes with me