Naomi’s POV

They came back home glowing, their face was glittering like a child given candy.

Rachel and Miles arrived late in the morning, walking through the front door like two people who had truly left everything heavy behind.

Rachel wore an oversized sweatshirt that definitely belonged to Miles, and her face had that post-vacation softness—clear-eyed and content. Miles carried their overnight bag and a small bouquet of wildflowers.

"For you," he said, handing them to me.

I took them ...