I took a step closer, meeting her gaze with steady assurance. “It’s safe,” I said firmly. “I’ve made all the necessary arrangements. Everything is covered, Raina. You don’t have to worry.”
Her shoulders sagged slightly, a mix of relief and residual tension. “I just—” she paused, glancing back at the tickets. “I don’t want to risk anything, especially not with the kids involved. He’s unpredictable.”
“I know,” I said, my tone softening. “But trust me, Raina. I wouldn’t put you or the kids in danger. I’ve thought this through.”
As she nodded slowly, I found myself drifting back to the conversations I’d had while making these arrangements. My mother’s voice echoed in my head, sharp and relentless. The memory of her disbelief when I told her about Eliza’s arrest was still fresh.
“She’s your sister, Alex,” my mother had said, her tone laced with frustration and disbelief. “How could you just cast Vanessa aside like that?”
I had clenched my jaw, gripping the edge of my desk. “She knew, Mom. Vanessa knew what Eliza did to Liam, and she didn’t stop it. Do you understand that? She’s not innocent.”
“She’s still your sister!” my mother had shot back. “Family doesn’t turn on family.”
I’d slammed my fist down on the desk then, my patience snapping. “It’s because she’s my sister that I didn’t have her arrested too. Don’t push me, Mom.”
The bitterness of that argument lingered in my chest, but I shoved it aside, focusing on the woman in front of me. Raina was studying me, her expression soft but guarded.
“Thank you, Alex,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “For doing this. For thinking about the kids.”
I smiled, unable to help myself. “You don’t have to thank me,” I said, stepping closer. “It’s the least I can do.”
Before she could protest or overthink it, I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. It was short-lived but enough to leave her momentarily stunned, her eyes wide as she blinked up at me.
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