Naomi’s POV

I’d never been good at keeping secrets, especially not when it is good news like this. After hearing it, I felt like jumping up and down and broadcasting the news but I couldn't.

Miles left the house that night with his hands jammed deep in his coat pockets, his shoulders hunched like he was trying to keep something sacred from spilling.

I watched him through the window, wondering if he even realized how far he’d already come.

The next morning, I woke early while ...