Naomi's POV
The wheels of the plane gently touched down on the runway, and just like that, paradise was behind us but when Raymond reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers, I knew for sure—I hadn't left paradise. I was right there with it because he belonged to me, and we were heading home… together.
Home.
That word sounded different now, it was sweeter, Fuller and more real to say.
The ride from the airport was serene, quiet. We did not speak much. We just held hands and shared the occasional smile that said so much without needing to say anything.
We rode in silence, the city lights giving way to familiar streets lined with oak trees. Every corner, every cracked sidewalk, felt like a bookmark in my past—pages I’d feared lost forever and I had been looking forward to meetin
