~ LENA ~The ride back home was strangely quiet, but it wasn’t because we were both silent.Nathan spoke from time to time beside me, his voice calm and attentive. Every now and then, he said something light—small, easy things meant to draw me out of my thoughts.He had noticed it. The way I had gone distant. The way my mind wasn’t really there with him.A few times, his hand closed around mine, warm and steady, his thumb brushing against my skin as if trying to pull me back.But I couldn’t help it. I was lost in my own thoughts.My mind was still back there. Back in front of that beautiful house, with the sound of the ocean rolling softly behind it. Back in the moment when Nathan had placed the key in my hand, as if giving someone a beach house in the Hamptons was the most natural thing in the world.Even now, my fingers kept brushing against my purse, where the key rested inside, just to convince myself it had actually happened.Earlier, it had been the necklace. A Harry Winston pie
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