DANIEL POV

I know her fear. It mirrors mine exactly.

She's terrified I'll see her and choose to leave.

We're both walking this tightrope. Afraid to fall. More afraid to let go.

"I have something to show you," I say Saturday morning. "If you're willing."

She looks up from her coffee. Suspicious. "Show me what?"

"A place. Just trust me?"

"That's asking a lot."

"I know." I set down my mug. "But I'm asking anyway."

She studies me. Weighing. Then nods. "Okay."

We drove across the city. She ...