“No,” he replied, shaking his head, his eyes fixed on the door.

Minutes passed, then an hour. Sarah didn’t come. Nathan’s shoulders sank as he pushed his plate away, rising without a word to head to the office, leaving his breakfast untouched.

Meanwhile, Sarah lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling as the morning light crept across the floor. She hadn’t slept, her mind replaying the way Nathan had looked at her, the way his hand had held hers with such innocence, trusting and ...