“In VR, yeah.” August laughed, bitter. “Pathetic, right?”
Valentina stepped closer. The haptic suit let August feel the ghost of a touch—warm, electric. “You didn’t leave because of me. You left because Jaclyn made you feel safe, and that scared you more than my chaos ever did.” “In VR, yeah
The scene swirled. The loft dissolved into Jaclyn’s cozy living room, rain against the window. Jaclyn appeared on the couch, legs tucked under her, holding a mug that wasn’t real but felt warm in August’s hands when she reached for it. yeah.” August laughed
“You came back,” Jaclyn said quietly. legs tucked under her