POV: Millie
I lose track of time upstairs until Han shows up in the nursery doorway and convinces me to come down for lunch. He keeps things simple, which I appreciate more than he knows. Fresh tomatoes and cucumbers cut into thin wedges, big cool chunks of watermelon, a light pasta salad with enough spice that I grab seconds before I even realize it. Instead of eating at the kitchen table, we take everything out to the back porch and let the afternoon do the talking for us. Butterflies and bumblebees float through the garden below, taking their time, and the quiet between us feels comfortable and easy.
Han talks more today. He tells me about the town, the families who've lived here for generations, exactly like he said they would. We talk about the area around us, and I mention the wolf
