Lucas was already questioning a crew member about instrumentation.
Noah pressed his forehead toward the window.
Miles held my hand.
He whispered:
“What if he doesn’t believe you again?”
I squeezed his fingers.
“He doesn’t get to decide whether you exist.”
That answer seemed enough.
Cedarcrest Estate appeared beneath us near dusk.
Snow covered the open fields.
Tall trees bordered the property.
Lights glowed from the enormous house.
Cars filled the drive.
Guests had already gathered.
When the helicopter descended, people came outside.
At first they were probably curious.
Then I recognized them.
Adrian’s parents.
His younger sister.
Relatives.
And Adrian.
Major Adrian Vale stood near the terrace in a dark winter coat.
Still tall.
Still rigidly straight.
Military posture even at Christmas.
Vanessa Cole stood beside him.
She was elegant without looking artificial.
Dark hair.
Red dress beneath a pale coat.
Adrian had one hand lightly against her back.
He saw me through the descending snow and smiled.
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