The house was quiet. Sunlight streamed through the gauzy curtains of Beck and Jared’s guest room. Myla has been laying on the bed for a while, tracing the ceiling with her eyes, trying to ignore the ache that had been simmering in her body for hours now.

Hayden, Jared, and Beck had gone early that morning to inspect the progress of the new house. She’d insisted she was fine staying behind, but the silence that followed their departure felt strangely intimate—like the echo of everything ...