Faith's Pov.
Astor’s silence was a strange comfort. It wasn’t an angry silence, or a cold one. It was just… quiet. A solid, reassuring quiet that settled my own racing heart a little.
Sometimes the person that you love doesn't have to say something for you to understand.
He just took my hand, a gentle squeeze, and led me inside. The heavy door swung shut behind us, cutting off the last of the outside world, and then my breath hitched.
This wasn't just a house.
My eyes swept around, taking everything in. Six years ago after the promise of staying with him for 1 month, on a rainy afternoon, we were curled up on an old sofa, just talking about silly things.
And he had asked me, almost out of nowhere, what my dream house would look like. I had described it then. Every single detail. Th
