36. You Still Love Me

We pulled into a quiet neighborhood just off the Augusta Riverwalk. The streets were lined with old, towering oaks, and I could hear the distant sound of the river rushing nearby. We slowed down in front of a sprawling historical house. It stood like something out of a magazine, with its white columns and brick façade. It was the kind of place that had probably been here for over a century, with all the charm and details that came with that. The wraparound porch had hanging plants swaying gently in the breeze.

It was gorgeous. Perfect, even.

Cast pulled into the driveway, which led into a two-car garage. The door groaned shut behind us, trapping us in darkness. He turned off the engine but didn't move. Neither did I.

I looked around the dimly lit space. "Where are we?"

He let out a long breath before turning to me. "I bought it... for you and the baby."

I couldn't speak. He bought this? For us?

The house, the life I didn't know how to picture, was now right in front of me.

Before I