Lola's POV

The fire had burned down to low orange coals by the time we slipped away from the celebration.

Nobody stopped us. A few people smiled. Sera, who had been watching the whole evening from her usual spot near the food table, gave me a small nod that felt like a blessing. Evelyn caught my eye from across the field and raised her cup without saying a word. That was enough.

Morgan held my hand the whole walk back. He didn't say anything, and I didn't either. Some moments don't need ...