I watched Sebastian arrive at Marsh Road on Friday at six twenty-three.
I hadn't planned to wait in my car across the street. I told myself I was checking the road conditions because the rain had turned the gravel to mud. I told myself I wanted to know whether he would keep his word.
He parked outside the cedar-shingled house and sat behind the wheel for almost a minute. Then he got out, carrying no gift and no flowers. He knocked.
Paige opened the door. She didn't let him in immediately. They spoke for a few seconds. I couldn't hear the words through the rain, and I didn't need to. He stood there, hands empty, shoulders lowered. At last, Paige stepped aside.
I drove away before he could see me.
The following morning, he appeared at Bellwether with a crease in his shirt and a faint sm
