The new house was ready for Sara by morning, but this welcome was far less pleasant than the one on Marshall Street had been. Cam was forced to watch from the shadows as Josh brought Sara in, the desire to step out and show her everything he had done to make this a home eating him up. The only thing that helped was watching her profile when she leaned over to smell the fresh bread. Because he knew she would understand who had given it to her.
It also helped to remember the good times. He was an expert at picking and choosing which memories of Sara to tide him through the dark night, but here, in the house that she had chosen, he was stuck reliving the beginning. The first night that had been more than just one night. She had stayed with him all the next day, and the next evening as well.
