|Theodore|
Time had a peculiar way of slipping through your fingers when you weren’t paying attention. I had often heard people say that time flies when you’re happy, but I never truly grasped the meaning until now.
“Let’s plan another vacation once our schedules are clear,” Carmella suggested as we slid into the car. I offered a small smile, adjusting in my seat while her hopeful gaze met mine. Tightening my grip on her hand, I leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Alright, we’ll make it happen,” I agreed, the thought lingering that this trip had felt far too short.
Well, it was almost surreal to think that an entire month had passed since Carmella and I decided on that spontaneous vacation here in Whitlock and the neighboring territories. It felt like a fleeting mo
