But it’s enough.
Because we all know what it cost to get there.
My gaze shifts across the transport—
Landing on Hannah.
She’s seated a few rows down.
Back straight.
Arms crossed.
Not looking at Clay.
Not once.
Yeah.
That’s a lie.
Because I’ve seen her glance over.
More than once.
Checking.
Tracking.
Making sure.
She catches me watching her.
Her expression doesn’t change.
Not even a little.
I almost smirk.
Because she can pretend all she wants—
That’s not just a doctor watching a patient.
Not anymore.
I let it go.
For now.
Because there are other things that matter too.
My gaze shifts again—
Landing on Olivia.
She’s seated beside me.
Quieter than before.
