“Are you comfortable?” Steffan asked as the car began to move.

He had cushioned the car seat with pillows and brought a blanket. It was the blanket Delbert had gifted her, her comfort blanket that smelled like Jasmine. Her mother’s scent.

Racheal wrapped the blanket tighter around her body as she settled further into the seat.

“Yes, thank you.” She said simply, her response polite enough, but cold.

She knew he was trying to fix whatever it was that had broken between them, but ...