I get a dip in my heart rate at how he looks at the text he received. Something in that expression is telling me it’s Natasha as he types a reply with an unreadable frown across his face, honed in and blanking us all out. I can’t help the jolt in my chest or how my eyes wander to him, wondering what they are saying to each other and that gut-wrenching bite of jealousy. I swallow it down and take a steadying breath to try to ignore it, that sadness hitting home again, that I will never ...