(Olivia)
As we drove back home, I leaned my head against the window, staring out at the world that seemed to pass by rather quickly.
I was still thinking about the DNA test, Mr. Hargrove being my father, and feeling different types of emotions that had come crashing into my life.
Derek's hand was warm over mine, his fingers gently intertwined with mine, a constant source of comfort, even when my thoughts were elsewhere.
When we finally pulled into the driveway, I sighed quietly, relieved to be home but still feeling a bit off. Derek helped me out of the car, his smile soft and understanding.
He didn’t ask if I was okay; he just knew. That was one of the things I appreciated most about him—he didn’t press when he sensed I needed space, yet he was always there, ready to catch me when
