A moment of peace

He took my hands as we walked out of the ballroom with Rachel following behind Me, her eyes darting around the room, watching for any sign of trouble. The weight of the situation was palpable, each step we took away from the chaos feeling like a mile. Escaping the mansion's oppressive air, we found ourselves in the cool evening breeze, the night sky a stark contrast to the drama we'd just left behind. Harrison's grip was firm, his thumb stroking the back of my hand in a comforting gesture that sent warmth up my arm and into my heart. Rachel looked at us both, her expression a mix of relief and something else, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. "I'm so sorry, Emma," he whispered, passing Ethan to me as we hurried towards the car. "I never wanted you to go through this." He opened the door, and I slid inside, the leather cool against my legs. Rachel jumped in the back seat, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of pursuit. The engine roared to life, and we sped away from t