Dylan took Ivy’s hand at the front gate and said, “We took the long way home, didn’t we?”
She looked at the long driveway behind them. “We did. Most people would have quit.”
“I almost did,” he said. “More than once.”
They started walking the outer path that circled the property. The ground was uneven in places. Dylan watched his step more carefully than he used to.
“You were impossible when you first woke up,” Ivy said. “Rude. Cold. Certain you knew everything.”
“I was scared,” he answered. “I just didn’t have the words for it. So I used anger instead.”
She glanced at him. “I hated you for a while. Not the whole time. But enough.”
“I know.” He kicked a small stone off the path. “I deserved it.”
They walked in silence for a few meters. A bird called from the trees. Dylan rubbed the
