Aria’s POVThe car hummed along and for once the engine sounded like white noise instead of an alarm. Leo was asleep in the rear, medals resting on his chest like tiny, ridiculous armor. He breathed slow and even, hair mussed, face still pink from sun and running. I watched him and felt something small and warm unfurl in my ribs. Today had been a miracle in tiny pieces.Adrian drove like he had always known how to be both careful and casual. He kept stealing glances at Leo in the mirror, that same look I’d seen all day, the one that made him look younger somehow. Grass on his jeans, a smudge of dirt on his forehead where he’d wiped his hands and forgotten to wash. Normal bits. I tucked them into my head like contraband.“Thank you,” I said, because I wanted to say more and saying more felt like asking for trouble. “For today. For making it… actually feel normal.”He flicked a glance my way, a small smile. “I should be thanking you. For letting me be there,” he said. He sounded honest,
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