Until The Last Day Novel

Chapter 23 10 288 Vouchers Chapter 23 Lorenzo's POV Aria came out of her building with a small silver suitcase bumping behind her. "Lorenzo," she said, quick and breathy. "I-about the other day... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. Thank you for forgiving me." The winter air carried her perfume toward me. Nausea rose, fast and physical. I swallowed it down. "It's fine," I said. I reached for the suitcase with one hand. With the other, I slid an arm around her waist and steered her toward the car. She startled at the touch and then glowed. Her cheeks went pink.

In five months, I had never been the first to close distance. She took it as a sign. "You look thinner," she said, searching my face as we walked. "Have you eaten at all? You can't keep skipping meals. It makes me worried." "I'm okay," I said, opening the trunk. She peered inside, surprised. "You didn't pack? Not even a backpack?" I looked at her. "You're enough." Her smile widened like a flower opening fast. "You're trusting me to plan it? God, okay, I will. I'll take care of everything." 0.00%/% 1155 Chapter 23 288 Voucher I lifted her suitcase into the empty trunk and shut it.

She slipped into the passenger seat, still talking. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, Aria began to build the trip out loud. "I made a list," she said, tapping her phone. "Top three food stops. And a sunset point the locals love. Oh, and if we get extra time, there's this tiny museum-' "1 I drove. The city slid past, gray and ordinary. I let her voice fill the space where music used to be. "Are you listening?" she asked after a while, softer. "Yeah," I said, looking straight and not into her eyes. "But you aren't saying anything." Aria pouted.

"Because, I like listening to you," I said. This time, I made slight eye contact with her. I had said it before. The line fit in her ear like it had been made for it. She relaxed, resumed. "So first we check in, then we eat, then we walk by the water. Tomorrow morning we can Her words draped over the quiet like thin fabric. I answered in short threads. "Okay." "Sure." "We'll see." The road grew wider. The buildings thinned and fell away. Bare fields appeared. A long line of winter trees stood with their fingers cracked against the sky. She twisted the cap off a bottle and drank.

When she lowered it, she glanced at the windshield and frowned. "This isn't the way to the airport." "No," I said. "Heavy snow. That route's stalled. I changed us to the 18.52% 11:55 Chapter 28 coast." 1286 Vouchers She opened a weather app, scrolled, then turned the screen so I could see. Hot pink warnings bled over the map. "Huh. You're right." She brightened. "A road trip to the beach then. We can still catch a sunrise if we nap in the car. It'll be romantic." She leaned her head back, already arranging the next twenty-four hours in her mind. Outside, the landscape grew barer.

Houses gave way to scrub. The road narrowed, the paint faded. A long, low fence ran parallel to us for miles and then disappeared into weeds. By late afternoon the light had gone the color of old paper. Aria didn't notice. "I booked a dinner for our 'original destination," she said, making air quotes. "I'll cancel when we stop. Also, should we- Lorenzo? Are you okay? You're quiet." "Just driving," I said. She reached across the console and set her hand on my forearm. "Hey. We're going away. It's supposed to be good." She squeezed. "You've been through- a lot.

But we'll make new memories." New memories. The sky thinned to slate. The last scraps of color drained from the fields. I kept my eyes on the navigation; a thin blue line through nowhere. The numbers in the corner ticked down. 28 km. 17. 9. 3. When it hito, night was already complete. I turned off onto a narrow lane that ended where black met black-sea and sky indistinguishable except for the smell and the sound. I killed 42.71% 11.55 Chapter 23 1 228 Wouchers the engine. The headlights cut and the dark rushed in. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

The ocean breathed somewhere ahead of us, steady and old. "My eyes," I said, keeping my voice level. "They're stinging. Can you grab my drops from the briefcase? Back seat." "Of course," she said, unclipping her belt. "Which pocket?" "Main compartment." She shifted, knee on the seat, hair falling over her shoulder as she reached behind us. Her perfume thickened in the small space. The zipper rasped open. Paper brushed paper. "What... is this?" she said lightly. "You printed something?" Silence tried to fill the car. She pulled out the folder.

The top page was a black-and-white photograph-grainy, a little off- center. Aria stared down. Her eyes ran across the image. Then another. And another. Her breath quickened. "Where did you get these?" She turned another page. The same sweater. The same earrings. The same light. The color left her face in a slow drain. She glanced up, reflexive and fast, an animal checking for cover. 66.96% 11.55 Chapter 23 1283 Mouchers I was no longer looking tired. I sat very still, both hands on the wheel though the car was off, and watched her from the corner of my eye.

She took in my expression-the set jaw, the veins at my temple, the raw red at the rims of my eyes-as if seeing me for the first time. "Lorenzo?" she whispered. turned my head and looked at her fully. Whatever softness had lived in me was gone. The grief had burned it away and left something dark and steady in its place. My eyes were bloodshot. There was no patience in them. No confusion either. Only the kind of clarity that makes a person shiver. Aria's hand tightened on the folder until the pages bowed. The sound of the sea moved around the car like a slow animal. She swallowed hard.

"Lorenzo," she said again, smaller now, "what are you doing?" I didn't answer. I only looked at her. 1155 85 159 Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella's storytelling style is immersive and addictive-perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.