"Thank you for everything, Mr. Jones... Dominic," she murmurs.
Hearing my name on her lips is like music. Soft, sweet. Different from anything I've heard before.
"You're welcome, Miss Morrison... Susy."
Susy. It's like saying the name of a poem. Of something fragile yet brave. Something I want to protect.
"Shall we return to the hall?" I asked, offering her my arm. She accepts it with a slight nod.
As we walk, I can feel her body still trembling from the recent shock.
"Thank you for helping me... I..." she starts to say, but I stop her.
"You don't have to say anything now. When you're ready to talk, we can do it over dinner, if you want."
Her lips curve slightly, and she lowers her gaze.
"Maybe tomorrow... " she whispers.
Inside, I feel everything light up.
It might not have bee
