Chapter 122 Bridges Of Understanding
- Rachel POV
- The Morrow mansion’s living room was a cocoon of light and tension, its floor-to-ceiling windows framing the turquoise pool that shimmered under the Miami sun, its cream sofa soft beneath me.
- Its air cool and scented with lemon polish, a faint trace of jasmine drifting through the open terrace doors, a reminder of the city that had cradled our love, our pain, our defiance.