Eden sat in the passenger seat, quiet and thoughtful, as Thomas drove them to their next destination. Her mind was still buzzing with thoughts of the house they had just toured. It was overwhelming, the future Thomas had painted for her—the house, the life he seemed to be envisioning. She hadn’t expected this today. She had expected a pleasant outing, not a glimpse into the kind of life he was imagining for them.
She absentmindedly bit her lip as her thoughts swirled. Thomas noticed the change in her demeanor and glanced over at her. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked softly, his hand moving to squeeze her thigh reassuringly.
Eden hesitated, trying to find the right words. “It’s just… It’s a beautiful house,” she said, her voice uncertain. “I just don’t know if I believe it’s all really goin
