Malik

— Lorenzo’s POV

I heard her laugh.

Soft.

Warm.

Real.

It stopped me cold in the hallway. I hadn’t heard that sound in weeks. It wasn’t a polite smile or a cold chuckle. It was her.

I leaned against the doorway, hidden, just watching. She had her phone pressed to her ear, a small smile still on her lips. She was curled up on the couch like she used to—legs tucked under her, hoodie loose around her.