Jax
The party carried on well into the evening, the whole garage filled with warmth and laughter that felt like exactly the right way to christen a space built from so much loss and hard-won resilience. Word of the proposal had spread fast through the gathered crowd, congratulations pouring in steadily as Zoe moved through the celebration with the ring catching the light every time she gestured, disbelief and joy still visible in her expression hours later.
I found myself watching her more than actually participating in conversation, something settled and certain filling my chest every time I caught sight of that ring, proof of exactly how far all four of us had traveled together since that first tense day at her father’s burned garage.
“You look happy,” Reyna said, appearing at my side
