Cassidy drove to the hospital with one hand lightly tapping the steering wheel, the other resting near the gearshift. Her chest felt lighter now. The meeting with Zeke had gone far better than she expected. It didn't feel like a battle this time. Just a conversation. Calm. Gentle. Natural in a way that caught her off guard.
He seemed softer. Less guarded. His words felt warmer somehow, not like the distant ones she used to hear. Maybe the past four years hadn't just shaped her. Maybe they had shaped him too.
Cassidy felt a quiet warmth bloom in her chest at the thought. She was glad. Truly glad for the man he was becoming.
But one thing still weighed on her. Claire.
He deserved to know. And before she told him, she needed to talk to Claire first.
