Harriet’s POV
I leaned back against the cool seat of the taxi, watching the cityscape blur past. Gino sat beside me, his excitement palpable as he discussed our travel plans. "The airport is only about twenty minutes away. We'll have plenty of time to grab our bags and make our flight," he said, his voice light and animated.
I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere, grappling with a storm of emotions. The reality of my choices settled heavily on my shoulders as I recalled Damon’s fierce expression from earlier—the pain etched across his handsome face as I turned away from him. Seeing him again had broken open the walls I had been trying to build around my heart.
Gino glanced at me, the concern deepening his features. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah, just… thinking,” I replied, forcing a smile
