A Deliberate Gesture

~Raina~

Declan drove us to the Beaumont house himself, which felt like a small thing until I realized it was deliberate, a quiet signal he was sending without saying a word about it. A husband drove his wife to her parents' house. He did not have a driver do it for him.

I had spent most of the ride looking out the window rather than at him.

When we pulled up the long gravel drive, two black cars f