Chapter Fourty one
The walk back to the house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy but not uncomfortable. Jax’s presence was steady beside me, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as we strolled along the gravel path. The gardens around us were lush, the scent of wisteria hanging in the air, its purple blooms cascading like waterfalls over the trellises. It felt almost surreal, like I’d stepped into a dream. But then again, everything about the triplets felt like that—too good to be real. I glanced at Jax out of the corner of my eye. He hadn’t said much since we’d left the garden, but his silence wasn’t unkind. It was more like he was giving me space, letting me breathe. I appreciated that. After everything I’d been through, silence felt safer than words sometimes. We were almost to the front d
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