Harmony must have been sitting out on the porch longer than she realized. The soft hum of the evening, the lingering taste of wine, the quiet around her—all of it faded the moment the familiar growl of an engine drew her back to reality. Her chest tightened as the sound rolled across her driveway, pulling her from the swirl of thoughts she had been lost in.
She rose slowly, setting her now-empty glass down on the counter as she stepped back inside through the kitchen. Her heels had been forgotten hours ago, her body still carrying the tension of the day in the subtle tightness of her shoulders. But now she moved with purpose, quiet yet deliberate, as she crossed the house toward the front door.
The knock came just as she reached it. Harmonizing her composure with the faintest practiced s
