New Comes After
What Comes After
Victoria’s POV
The Ashfield estate stretched farther than the eye could follow, with perfectly kept lawns and an imposing brick mansion that never failed to make me feel like I didn’t belong.
Today, however, the grand property was overflowing with people. A week after being discharged from the hospital, Caleb was finally home, and his mother had gone completely above and beyond to celebrate his survival.
For someone who’d just come home from the hospital, there was an awful lot of champagne and smiling faces. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was a wedding reception.
Extended family members I had never seen before were mingling on the stone patio, neighbors were chatting near the catering tables, and a general air of immense relief hung over the entire crowd.
Away from the main gathering, positioned under the deep shade of a massive oak tree, Caleb sat in a sleek, black wheelchair.
He still had a few casts clinging to his frame, but he looked lightyears better than he had in that sterile hospital room.
Nova occupied the swing beside him, gently rocking back and forth.
I leaned against the stone balustrade of the terrace, a small, quiet smile pulling at my lips as I watched them from a distance.
I wasn’t going to lie to myself–there was a tiny, sharp twist of hurt in my chest seeing the two of them together.
Nova looked beautiful, her laughter bright and easy as she bent down slightly to catch
something Caleb was saying.
Compared to me, Nova was just naturally bolder. She carried herself with a kind of effortless confidence that I envied.
I knew for a fact that if Lexi hadn’t been in the picture, Nova would have probably been completely up–front about how she felt. But she was patient.
Even though Lexi was just a naturally terrible person, Nova had still respected the unwritten boundaries, keeping her distance out of a pure sense of decency.
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