She didn't hesitate.
Didn't call first.
Didn't overthink it.
She packed a bag, shoved Jace's letter into her purse, and drove five hours straight through without stopping.
Every mile brought her closer to the only thing that had ever felt like home.
By the time she pulled up outside the job site - a gated compound on the edge of the city - the sun was starting to dip low behind the trees. Security guards gave her a strange look, but the moment she said his name, they waved her through.
Her hands were shaking as she parked.
Then she saw him.
Jace was walking across the gravel lot, clipboard in hand, sweat on his neck, expression unreadable - until his eyes locked on hers.
He stopped cold.
She got out of the car and slammed the door behind her.
"You really thought you could just disappear again?" she called, voice sharp.
He didn't speak.
Didn't move.
So she kept going.
"You left me. You walked out. And I told myself I'd never chase someone who didn't fight for me."
Still nothing.
"But then I found the letter."
His jaw twitched.
She pulled it from her purse, holding it up like a weapon. "You said you loved me. You said you never stopped. And if that's true - if even a word of this is real - then I'm standing right here, Jace. Say something. Do something."
He dropped the clipboard.
Walked.
Ran.
And then he was in front of her, grabbing her face in both hands, kissing her so hard it stole her breath, her thoughts, her entire world.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.
"I didn't know if you'd want me back," he whispered. "Not after everything."
"I never stopped wanting you," she said, voice cracking. "I was just waiting for you to stop being afraid."
"I am."
He looked at her then - really looked at her - like the sun had finally come out after years of storms.
"I'm done running," he said. "From you. From us. From everything."
Savannah laughed through the tears in her throat.
"Then take me home."