Anna finally turned around.
"And what if staying means standing against my own family?" she asked softly.
Daniel swallowed. "Then I'll never ask you to choose sides. I'll only ask you to choose me."
The room fell quiet. Then Anna closed the suitcase with a decisive snap.
Daniel exhaled shakily, relief flooding him. "Thank God."
She picked it up and his relief vanished. "Why are you lifting it?"
She walked past him toward the door, ignoring him.
"ANNA."
Anna stopped at the threshold and looked back at him, eyes dancing with mischief. "Relax. I'm just putting it back."
She placed the suitcase outside the room and returned, arms crossed, a satisfied smile on her face.
"You're evil," Daniel muttered.
She grinned. "You married me. You should've known."
He stepped closer, cautiously, as if she might still disappear. "So… you're not leaving?"
She looked up at him. "No."
