She let out a soft breath.
“No. I don’t.”
A pause.
Then—
“But you belong somewhere,” he added.
Evelyn turned to him.
“And where is that?”
Vincent met her gaze, steady, unguarded in a way that felt new.
“Where you’re needed. Where you’re valued. Where you’re safe.”
Evelyn’s heart tightened slightly.
Because for the first time in months, she felt something she hadn’t expected to feel again.
Not just purpose.
But connection.
She looked down at Lucas.
Then back at Vincent.
And quietly, without fully understanding what it meant yet, she whispered,
