Tom stayed. The days were spent working the estate side by side—repairs, accounts, walking the land. The nights belonged to them. Sex became a nightly ritual, growing more demanding and emotionally raw. Claire began to reveal the loneliness of her city life and the way her grandmother’s death had left her untethered. Tom shared the quiet cost of decades of self-containment. A letter arrived from the family solicitor raising questions about the estate’s future, forcing both of them to confront whether this was temporary comfort or something they intended to keep.Tom met her at the main house each morning. They walked the property together. He showed her which fences needed mending and which accounts required attention before winter. His hand rested at the small of her back when he guided her through doorways or over uneven ground. The touch stayed longer than guidance required. Claire did not step away.In the heat of the afternoons he worked shirtless on the repai
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