The celebration at NovaTech had been a whirlwind of emotions—relief, triumph, and an undeniable sense of accomplishment. The Handerson deal was secured, the project in London was a success, and after weeks of stress, I could finally breathe.
As the last batch of individuals left and the excitement wore off, there was something lingering in the air, something I couldn't place.
Calvin and I left together, the ride home quiet but not uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet where we were both turning over the same thoughts in our minds but neither of us knew how to articulate them.
And then, finally, as we stepped in through the front entrance, I was enveloped by the cozy warmth of home. It was strange how their home had started to become home for me too.
Mily was already waiting, standing near the stairs, one of her books in hand, her eyes lighting up the instant she spotted us. Before I could even drop my bag, she rushed forward.
