The air in the garden still clung heavy against my skin, damp with the ghost of Tyler’s touch. My chest rose and fell too fast, my heart kicking like it wanted to burst out.

And then I saw her.

Gold.

She stood there with a basket of folded linens, her eyes wide for a moment before she lowered her head quickly, pretending she hadn’t seen me at all. But her hands shook, and she clutched that basket too tightly.

I froze. My whole body stiff. Did she hear? Did she know?

“Gold,” I ...