Gia's POV
The air was different.
Warm, soft, and golden—like a gentle embrace that reached into my chest and told me, you can breathe now. I stepped off the plane with Dominic by my side, blinking against the brightness that spilled across the runway like melted gold.
I had no idea where we were going. He hadn't said a word on the flight except to hold her hand, kiss her forehead, and whisper, "Almost there." I slept off during the announcement so I couldn't hear the pilot's announcement.
It was the quietest i'd seen him in days. And that silence felt sacred—something I would never want to break.
The drive from the airport was a blur of terracotta earth, lush green, and flickers of colorful street life. Vendors walked by with baskets of fruit balanced on their heads, and the sky was a bright, endless blue. Gia watched it all through the car window like a child seeing color for the first time.
She didn't ask where they were going. She didn't need to.
