Chapter 51 Leon Carter

• Leon Carter
• The Chicago sun felt different that morning. There were still traces of spring in the air, but the streets already carried the urgency of summer approaching. The city, always alive, seemed indifferent to the fact that I was returning to it not just as a married man on paper, but as one in soul.
• Ella had fallen asleep curled up against me during the flight back. Her face serene, her hair tousled from the journey, and that soft glow she always had when she was at peace. I watched her as if I wanted to memorize every feature, every breath. As if just the sight of her could anchor me, even though, inside, the storm was ready to blow again.