Olivia
A soft breeze caressed my face as I stepped onto the porch, carrying a tray.
The scent of the flowers blooming on the bushes on either side of the steps mingled with the sound of the birds chirping in the eaves above, creating a calming atmosphere. In the distance, the vibrant hues of the garden seemed to dance, mirroring the peace inside of my heart. Clint was whistling to himself as he paced back and forth amongst the hedges, clipping overgrown branches and pruning the hydrangea bushes.
I found Nathan sitting on the swinging bench, his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face—a far cry from the delirious and wild look in his eyes from the paint fumes earlier. He looked so content, so at home, and my heart swelled with gratitude for having him back in my life.
