A Reluctant Promise
He walked alone out of the hotel and along the winding mountain path, signaling the driver to head further up the hills.
Autumn had transformed the once-green mountains into a vibrant patchwork of orange, red, and yellow. The wind swept through the trees, loosening the last leaves, which floated and danced down to the roadside, eventually landing on the windshield.
Looking at the fallen leaves, Dominic signaled the driver to pull up to the side and roll down the window.
The cold wind rushed inside, pulling his hair from his eyes and revealing his red-rimmed gaze.
A wave of pain rose in his throat, and he hastily closed his eyes.
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