The drive to Leon’s parents’ house passed in a blur of city lights and unspoken thoughts.Leon drove with his usual composure with one hand steady on the steering wheel and the other resting near the gearshift but I could feel the tension beneath it all.
I folded my hands in my lap and stared out the window.This wasn’t my first visit to his parents’ home but it felt different and heavier.
The iron gates slid open silently, revealing the Harrington estate in all its quiet grandeur. The kind of life I once dreamed of in my first life but living in it was actually not as easy as I always thought.
Leon parked and turned to me. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I said automatically.
He studied me for a second, clearly unconvinced, then reached out and squeezed my hand briefly and it steadied me more than
