The SUV glided along the highway, late morning sunlight streaming through the windows, casting a golden glow across the interior. Nolan maintained a steady grip on the steering wheel with one hand while his other hand enveloped Miranda's fingers on the center console. In the backseat, Collins was engrossed in her phone while Noelle softly sang along to the pop music playing through the speakers.
Miranda felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her sisters genuinely liked Nolan, which made everything infinitely easier. Although she dreaded the upcoming event, having Nolan and her sisters by her side gave her strength. Once this was over, she was done helping her aunt and uncle. There was a limit to gratitude, and hers had run dry.
