Chapter LXIV: Godspeed
As Liz sleeps, she drifts into a vivid dream. She finds herself standing in Bennett's room, the familiar scent of old books and candles surrounding her. The soft golden light from the window bathes the space in warmth. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Bennett steps in, his presence both comforting and surreal. In his hands, he holds a palm leaf and a book.
Liz furrows her brows and asks, "What are those for?"
Bennett simply smiles. "It's nothing," he replies, his tone light, but there is a depth in his eyes that makes Liz suspect otherwise.
She moves closer, but before she can inquire further, Bennett gently pulls her into an embrace. The warmth of his arms engulfs her, and for a moment, everything feels right. As they pull away, they share a soft, lingering k
