Chapter 117 The Old Field

• Liam’s POV
• The city slipped by in soft streaks of gold and silver as I drove, one hand on the wheel, the other resting close enough to Noah’s that our fingers brushed now and then. He didn’t ask again where we were going. Just sat quietly beside me, his eyes turned to the window, a faint smile on his face.
• It had been years since I’d last made this drive. The roads were the same, but they carried a different weight now—like they remembered us.