Chapter 42

Megra

Nathaniel and I sit on the porch, the morning breeze gentle against our skin. The sun rises, casting a warm glow over everything. We’ve been talking about the possibility of living in Stockton. It feels like a dream, something I hadn’t dared hope for until now.

“I could figure out the logistics of working in San Francisco while living here,” Nathaniel says, holding my hand. “It might mean some travel, but it’s doable. And you could become a teacher again. I know how much the offer Mrs. Alice gave you means now.”

I look at him, my heart swelling with gratitude and love. Could he just be playing games? But this is the Nathaniel I fell for—caring, supportive, and willing to make sacrifices for my happiness. “I’d love to teach again,” I admit. “But it’s a big decision. Are you sure you’re okay with it? Will you not miss the big house, the view, and all the house staff?”

“Of course I will,” he says, squeezing my hand. “But I want you to be happy, Megra. And if that means living here,