Chapter 40 Fortunate

• Theodore exhaled, a slow release of tension that seemed to carry with it the weight of the moment.
• He rose from his seat, moving deliberately as he dressed.
• His eyes scanned the table, then paused, settling on a small object—a sachet Summer had left behind. Without thinking, he reached for it, his fingers brushing against the fabric. Holding it to his nose, the scent hit him immediately. It was subtle but unmistakable, the same fragrance that lingered in the air around Summer herself, a delicate trace of something personal.