Chapter One Hundred And Four
Khalid’s pov
Venessa had fallen fast asleep on the old wooden porch swing, and her head was resting very peacefully against my shoulder. The gentle night breeze moved softly through her dark hair, blowing a few loose strands across her face. She breathed in and out with a slow, steady rhythm, looking completely relaxed for the first time in many long days. I kept one of my big arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, holding her close to my side. I did not move even a single inch because I did not want to disturb her or wake her up from her deep sleep. She looked so small and delicate in my arms, and all I wanted to do was keep her safe from the rest of the world.
Across from us on the porch, Grandma sat in her old, weathered wooden rocking chair. She was
