Some wounds are invisible.
But the body never forgets.
Elara thought she had moved on. The relationship was over, the memories buried, the pain neatly folded into the past. On the surface, her life is steady again—controlled, quiet, safe.
But her body tells a different story.
A sudden tightness in her chest when she hears his name.
A tremor in her hands when someone gets too close.
A lingering ache that has no physical cause—only a history she refuses to revisit.
At first, she dismisses it as stress. Then as coincidence.
Until she meets someone new.
