Chapter 132Olivia's POVThe house was quiet in that particular way it only got in the late evening, after Kingston had finally been wrestled down for the night and Sofia had gone home with her parents, leaving nothing behind but stray toys scattered across the living room floor and the faint smell of the dinner we'd all shared a few hours earlier.I found Mateo out on the back porch, exactly where he usually ended up these days, a glass of wine forgotten at his elbow, staring out at the darkening yard like it held something worth studying."You're thinking too hard," I said, settling into the chair beside him."Just remembering," he said, not looking away from the yard."Remembering what?"He finally turned to me, and even after all these years, something in his expression still had the power to make my chest go warm—that same steady, quiet affection he'd carried for me since long before either of us had known what to call it."Everything," he said simply. "All of it."I let my head
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