Chapter 71 Coming Home

• *​​Damien*
• When the plane touches down in Paris, it’s early morning. Fog clings to the runway, and the city is still half-asleep. I head straight for her apartment, and she’s waiting by the door when I arrive, her packed suitcases at her side.
• The second she sees me, she rushes forward, and I catch her mid-step, my arms winding tight around her waist. Her face buries into my chest, and I feel her sigh, all that tension easing just a little as I hold her close.