Gazing up at the deep blue night sky, the vast heavens with twinkling stars blanketed the earth with their thick but gentle glow. Although not as sparkling as Australia's sky nor as tranquil and exquisitely serene as Provence's, it retained a profound mystery and charm.
She had returned home two months ago but the three years had left her somewhat timorous, and those glaring photos added to her confusion.
So even now, she hadn't sought out Joshua Sulliven.
She didn't know if he still needed her, didn't know if showing up before him would shatter the current calm, nor how to even begin addressing the events of that year.
Having stood outside for too long, she began to feel cold. Keira Leaf laughed at herself derisively, perhaps she shouldn't overthink it—after all, times had changed, things and people had long since become different.
Back in the bed, Keira Leaf lay down beside Tristan Leaf, and that's when she finally felt at ease.
