Stephanie's POV:
The cool night air wrapped around us as we strolled through the quiet streets of Moonsdale. Beside me, Caden walked with effortless calm, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his leather jacket. There was something grounding about his presence—the steady rhythm of his footsteps, the occasional way his silver-blue eyes flicked toward me, as if silently reassuring himself that I was still there.
The serenity of the town had a strange effect on me. After the chaos of the day, I felt my shoulders loosen and my racing thoughts finally slow. For the first time in hours, I could breathe without the weight of everything pressing down on me.
“I love this town,” I murmured, breaking the comfortable silence. My gaze wandered over the softly lit shops and the quaint, o
