She didn't know if he belonged in her world or if she belonged in his. Matthew was quiet, unreadable, carrying a distance she couldn't cross, yet every glance pulled her in, dangerous and irresistible. As she prepared to leave the house she'd always called home, the weight of unspoken words and hidden histories hung between them, made heavier by the subtle promise in his offer to help. In that fragile, charged space, leaving wasn't just about moving out; it was about stepping into something she couldn't resist, even if she didn't yet understand it.