Eve gave a small, honest smile. “Now there’s love in it; it feels like a home. Back then… it felt like a prison.”
Camila’s expression softened immediately. Understanding flooded her face, the kind that didn’t need explanations. She stepped closer and touched Eve’s cheek gently, her thumb brushing over Eve’s skin as if grounding her.
“I understand,” she said in a low voice. “I’m glad you and Ryan worked things out.”
Eve blinked quickly, emotion pricking again. “Me too.”
Mitre cleared his throat awkwardly, pretending he was busy with the bags. “Are we going to stand outside all day? Because my back is not twenty anymore.”
Camila swatted his arm lightly. “Stop complaining.”
They moved inside.
The house smelled faintly of citrus and clean wood, but underneath that was something warmer,
