ELARA
Our honeymoon had finally come to an end, and though I didn’t want to admit it, I was already missing it. There was something about the calm serenity of the last few weeks that felt so precious. Here, time had slowed, and life had felt beautifully uncomplicated. But now, reality was waiting—a chaotic, messy reality I could hardly bring myself to face.
I longed to cling to the quiet moments, knowing full well that the world I was returning to would be far from peaceful.
As the jet touched down at the airport, Dave reached over and gently took my hand. Hand in hand, we descended from the jet, stepping into the crisp air of a city that felt so far removed from the haven we’d just left behind.
“Can I go pick up Emmeline right away?” I asked as he guided me toward the black car waiti
