Chapter 150. Don't Move

Keira’s POV 

In the quiet intimacy of Clint’s bedroom, the air held a mixture of tension and vulnerability. I lay beside him, the weight of unspoken words lingering between us. Clint, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, finally broke the silence.

“Keira, I can’t help but feel that you have not truly healed. It is as if you have used me as a glue, holding together the fragments but not addressing the broken pieces underneath.” Clint took a breath, the weight of his concern hanging in the air. “You need to make amends with your father,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

I turned my head to look at him, a trace of hesitation in my voice. “Clint, you do not understand. I have never opened up to my father about the dark things Calvin did to me.”

The room seemed to shrink as Clint absorbed my words. He reached out, his han