The moment Miranda stepped outside the house, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
It was done. Suzanne and Ryan's secret was no longer hidden in the shadows.
The crisp afternoon air swept around her, but she barely registered the chill. Nolan guided her away from the house with a protective grip that felt more comforting than constraining. His touch radiated a possessiveness that made her feel cherished rather than confined.
She allowed herself to be led, finding solace in his steady presence. Standing on the front porch, the electric tension between them remained palpable. Miranda fought the urge to throw herself into his arms, so focused on him that she hadn't noticed her sisters had already descended the steps ahead of them.
"You holding up okay?" Nolan asked, his eyes carefully studying her face as if checking for emotional wounds.
Miranda exhaled deeply. "Yeah. Just..." She waved vaguely toward the house behind them. "That was intense."
