rted again j
the glass. Harbor's Edge was quiet this time of day-shops closed early, and the seagulls had lo
self, a picture of her and him in stick figures slowly taking shape. She smil
up a green crayon. "Can I mak
hat's how you see m
he studio door j
lars came during the afternoon-tourists looking for art cl
an wasn't
oaked in a dark coat, his presence filled the room bef
t f
a f
mi
de dulled, her breath caught, and the weight of
st looked at her like he'd s
m. He looked older. Harder. The softness in his ey
he final
t cracked something
e you doing here
is eyes flicked to the side, where Leo sat cross-l
n back
he said. "There are thi
ound the edge of her
here," she said,
her like he was trying to find
e droppe
pened to
Four years of silence, heartbreak, and the truth that st
e said cheerfully. "Ar
n bli
breath
n silen
was the kind