***TRICIA***

I stayed there, staring at the little fishes breaking out of the water surface—small silver bodies flicking up, freezing in the air for a heartbeat, then disappearing again. For a moment, I let the sound of soft splashes steady my breath. But the sound of the driver calling the horses back cut through the quiet. My feet moved before I could think—carrying me swiftly towards the carriage. When I climbed in, he was still sitted there.

Blake sat in the right corner, head bent, ...