C168 The Question

Fenella’s POV

Laird stared at me in silence. His face was calm, illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace. The sound of Christmas carols floated softly from the Evans family home, contrasting with the quiet atmosphere of my house.

“Yes, I do. I have always been and will always love you.”

“Aren’t you lying?” I asked softly.

“Why would I lie about that?” He whispered gently