Elena’s POVThe dinner had ended with the warm, easy clatter of plates being stacked and the boys laughing as they carried the leftovers to the kitchen. Under the table, the heat of Nathan’s hand against mine felt like a quiet anchor, but the moment the dishes were cleared, the air in the dining room began to feel too heavy, and too thick to breathe."Step outside for a second?" Nathan murmured, pointing toward the double glass doors that led to the small, brick-paved garden behind the house. "Just to get some air.""Okay," I whispered.The garden was small, enclosed by high ivy-covered stone walls that shut out the noise of the street. The night air was cold, carrying the sharp, dark scent of wet soil and the salty mist off the nearby harbor. I leaned against the weathered iron railing, wrapping my arms around myself as the wind caught my hair. Nathan stepped up beside me, as his broad shoulder brushed against mine,."They really are great kids, Elena," he said. His voice was low a
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