Chapter 104 – Evelyn POV
I can't believe I actually did it.
I sit in the carriage, staring blankly out the small window as the heavy wheels jolt and rattle beneath us. Every turn of the wheels takes me further away from Callum estate—further from everything I have ever known.
Frida sits across from me, silent. Her hands are folded tightly in her lap, her eyes cast downward. She chose to come with me—without hesitation. I didn't even have to ask.
For that, I don't think I can ever repay her.
The road out of the estate is rougher than I remember. Or maybe it always was, and I simply never noticed when I traveled in silk-lined carriages with velvet cushions and armored escorts.
Now, the simple wooden carriage creaks with every bump. The padded seat is stiff. The air is thick with the lingering scent of oiled leather and dust.
It feels fitting.
