Sienna’s POV
It was a car. A beautiful small car. Perfect for me. Not too big. Not too flashy. Clean, pretty, and exactly the kind I had always loved. My hands flew to my mouth.
“I do not want you walking to town whenever you want to go there,” Kael said quietly.
I jumped on him. He caught me with a laugh, and I kissed him hard, tears already running down my face. I could not stop them. The car was not just a car. It was freedom. It was dignity. It was him noticing my fear, my humiliation, my helplessness, and doing something about it without making me beg.
It was also the exact brand I loved. The exact model I had once begged my father to get me. How did Kael know? I did not ask because I was too overwhelmed. Too happy. Too shocked that this packless man, this poor carpenter everyone
