Sins of the Mother

ROWAN’S POV

I slump back into my seat unconsciously, not realizing how rigidly I’d been holding myself until the tension drains away.

Vance lifts our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on me.

It slows the tightening in my chest. Loosens the knot that Winston’s questions had wound so tight I thought I might snap.

I give him a small smile, and he returns it — soft