Leah
My breath fogged the glass as I leaned against the window, eyes fixed on Nicole and Zach below.
They were so close now—closer than I’d ever seen them. His hand hovered near hers as he steadied the bike, his voice low, patient, guiding her through every movement. She tilted her head toward him, laughing when she wobbled, the sound carrying upward like the chiming of bells.
That laugh. So innocent, so unaware.
Nicole Jr. and Jacky had long since slipped away into the house. Strange—Zach had repaired the bike for them, yet they’d left without a word, leaving Nicole and Zach alone together. Too clever for their age, those girls. Perhaps they knew exactly what they were doing.
Nicole’s laughter drifted up again, light and pure, but it twisted like a blade in my chest. She didn’t know.
