The car ride to the airport was quiet, the kind of quiet that wasn't awkward but heavy, filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions. Grace had spent most of it staring out the window, watching the Chicago skyline blur past, knowing that soon it would all be behind her again.
She wasn't ready to leave yet.
Logan sat beside her, his fingers laced with hers, occasionally brushing his thumb against her skin—little, absentminded touches meant to ground her. But even his warmth couldn't stop the inevitable.
Josie pulled into the drop-off lane, putting the car in park before turning toward them with a small, knowing smile. "Well, here we are."
Logan was already opening his door, stepping out into the crisp morning air, stretching slightly before moving to the trunk to grab their bags. G
