Rachel had no idea where Jonah was taking her. He stayed quiet, eyes focused ahead, his hand linked with hers across the console. Maybe he really just needed some space from all the people in the house. She did, too. The aftermath of her ordeal hadn’t been bad, but she still got easily overwhelmed. She hadn’t had nightmares, and a big part of that was because she went to sleep every night wrapped up in Jonah. They hadn’t talked about the future, but she no longer felt the pressure now. The ticking time clock was gone, and the thing that had been sucking up a big portion of his attention was over. They were in a good place. There were still endless logistics of figuring out how to dismantle her life in Syracuse and fully settling here, but there was time. And that was, perhaps, the greatest
