Chapter 84

Michael pulled up in front of Emma's apartment, slowing the car to a stop. The street was quiet, only a few distant streetlights casting a dim glow against the pavement. He sighed before turning off the engine, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before stepping out. The night air carried a chill, but it wasn't enough to make him shiver. He walked around the car, opening the passenger door where Emma sat beside her mother.

"Thanks," Emma muttered as she shifted in her seat.

Her mother, a woman of quiet strength, was already gathering her things. Michael offered his hand to help her out, but she waved him off, managing on her own. He respected that. She reminded him of Emma—determined, even when exhausted.