Alan
The drive back to the Vance manor was quiet, but it wasn’t empty.
Cyril’s hand fit perfectly in mine, her fingers lacing through mine like they’d been waiting for this moment for weeks.
I kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding hers, as if letting go could undo everything we had just rebuilt.
Every time I felt her grip tighten, I reminded myself that she was here, with me, finally. That she hadn’t disappeared like before.
That she wasn’t running.
Her presence beside me was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.
She smelled faintly of the perfume she had worn, soft and subtle, with just a hint of jasmine, and it was intoxicating.
I had wanted this for so long, yet now that it was here, I found myself afraid to move, afraid to break the fragile bubble w
