Caleb found me on my third day in Asterford.
I hadn't given him my address. He had found me by looking up my company's overseas assignment records.
When he showed up outside my office building, he was wearing a wrinkled black coat. He hadn't shaved, and dark circles ringed his eyes.
He used to be meticulous about his appearance. His shirts had to be ironed without a single crease, and he polished his shoes every day.
That was when I realized he really had changed.
Or rather, he was finally starting to feel the things I had felt for so long.
He was learning what it meant to wait, to lie awake at night, to feel helpless, and to fear never knowing how the other person truly felt.
"Natalie."
He called my name.
I stopped walking, but I didn't go to him.
"Why are you here?"
"To take y
