Flight of the Eaglet

The drive to the mansion was quiet, the silence settling heavily in Zylan's absence. Yet, Naomi's mind was anything but still, replaying Zylan's words over and over—"Never stopped loving him."

What did he truly mean by that? There was depth in those words, something unspoken yet powerful. And for some reason, Naomi felt a strange sense of relief that she had confessed her feelings.

Her thoughts swirled, tangled with confusion and a flicker of hope she couldn't quite suppress. The words had been raw, honest, but they left her wondering—had she misinterpreted them? Or was it really the beginning of something? Something she didn't fully understand yet, but something that felt important.

She gazed out the tinted window, lost in thought, unaware that her lips had curved into a soft, thoughtful smile.