Onhisspace.
Something in me stilled.
I stood there for a long moment, unmoving.
The house felt different now.
Not just because I could see it. But because I couldfeelit.
Beautiful.
Yes.
But also... distant.
Cool in a way that had nothing to do with temperature.
Because he wasn’t here.
My fingers brushed lightly against the banister, tracing the smooth polish of the wood as I stared upward.
At the space he occupied.
At the man who had changed my life in ways I was only beginning to understand.
He had given me back my sight.
And yet...
A woman who no longer lived still held a part of him I wasn’t sure anyone could reach.
Zara.
The name lingered in my mind like a shadow.
I swallowed, something tight forming in my chest.
Would he ever look at me the way he had looked at her?
Would I always be standing in a place that belonged to someone else?
Ramiro’s voice remained polished, every syllable placed with deliberate care. “If you’d like a tour of the house, you need only ask.”
“Okay,” I replied, though the word came out softer than I intended.
He dipped into a slight bow before turning away.
His footsteps faded in steady, measured beats, the kind that suggested discipline rather than haste.
When the sound finally disappeared, silence settled around me, vast and almost reverent.
And then I looked.
My newly restored eyes drank in the living room like a starving person dropped into a feast.
For a moment, I simply stood there, overwhelmed, my breath shallow as if I might somehow disturb the perfection of it all.
I took a slow step forward, then another, my gaze darting everywhere at once, greedy and unrestrained.
