Adina's POV

The air around the dinner table was thick with unspoken tension. Mr. Johnson, oblivious to the undercurrents, was a font of questions. "So, you folks on vacation?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. "Just passing through, or are you staying for a while?"

Nathan's answer was clipped and brief. "We don't know yet."

The farmer leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You two are a traveling couple, then? Or newlyweds on a trip?"

I felt Nathan's gaze on me, a ...