She was set to graduate from college next year.
She had already secured a stable position at a newly established museum in the neighboring town.
Her major was biology.
Messiah already knew all of this.
"I don't think that's the reason," he said softly.
"Father probably just wants you to become independent."
"That's not true! The museum isn't even far from home!"
She tightened her grip on Messiah's hand.
Under the summer sun, sweat beaded on both their foreheads—
but neither of them cared.