Ethan POV

The trip was Claire’s idea.

That alone should’ve told me how much it meant.

As the plane touched down and the familiar city lights spread beneath us, a quiet sense of contentment settled in my chest. I hadn’t realized how much tension I’d been carrying until it eased, just a little, the moment I looked over at her and saw that soft, tentative smile she reserved for moments when she was trying—really trying.

She had planned everything. The location. The schedule. ...