Savvanah's POV
The taxi stopped in front of the old mansion—the same one that once felt like home but now looked like a stranger to me. The iron gates towered before me, polished and guarded, gleaming under the faint light of the mansion's exterior lamps.
"Here's my payment," I said softly, handing the driver a few bills.
He glanced at me through the mirror. "Ma'am, this is too much."
"Keep the change," I replied with a faint smile before opening the door and stepping out.
The night air brushed against my skin, cold and heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth. I stared at the mansion for a long moment. It looked exactly as I remembered—except for the armed guards stationed by the gates. Señor had filled this place with men now, something he never did before.
I let out a bitter breath.
So he finally cared about safety—just not mine.
He was protecting someone else now.
Not like before.
Not like when I was here.
