Chapter 85 Stay Here?

• The car’s quiet hum stretched out—steady, almost like a lullaby, though maybe that’s just what Rosie needed to convince herself. The road slipped beneath them, smooth and endless, and somehow, for a moment, it softened the sharp edges of her grief, or at least paused them
• She didn’t mean to cry. It just happened. First, silent tears. Then the soft, jerky sobs that snuck out like hiccups she couldn’t hold in. Her head leaned against Alistair’s shoulder, not consciously, but because it felt like the only place gravity would let her land.
• He didn’t move. Not an inch. His arm stayed firm around her shoulders—solid, calm, like he’d decided to become furniture just for her. The kind that doesn’t complain even if you drool on it. And eventually, as her tears faded into shallow breathing, she slipped into sleep.