SUSANNAH.

TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS AGO.

“Do you know how you got that scar on your neck?” I whispered, lifting my eyes to Nathaniel as I made him a cup of coffee. The stove flames cracked in the silence of the room before I spoke. He was only just sitting in that chair, staring blankly around the chamber walls.

Then his eyes met mine, just as he shook his head. “No” There was a crack in his voice and a faded smile that crept to my lips as I remembered that day.

“I ...