Eliana froze, the words echoing in her head as if the room itself had stopped breathing. Henry Jackson had just asked her to go with him—to the UK.
For a heartbeat, she couldn't move. The offer was dazzling, almost unreal. For someone like her, it wasn't just a trip—it was an open door to an entirely new life, a chance to rewrite her story. But that wasn't what made her chest tighten or her throat ache. No, it was the man in front of her. Henry—sincere, steady, impossibly kind.
Her lips trembled into a smile, the kind that came when you were fighting tears and losing. Her honey eyes shimmered, catching the soft light streaming through the curtains. The late afternoon sun painted everything gold—the air, the walls, even Henry's face as he knelt before her on the luxurious carpet of his expensive but warm apartment.
