Chapter 148

Maeve’s POV

We made our way downstairs, the reality of the departure settling over us. The house felt like a shell now, a memory of a life we were outgrowing.

Graham helped us with the final bags, his usual playful banter replaced by a focused, quiet efficiency.

When we reached the airport, I expected us to head toward the private hangar where the Garrison jets were kept. Instead, Graham drove us