I was leaning over the fence again, trying to ignore the way that it dug into my middle as I squinted down at the track. Wherever Posy and Joseph had disappeared to, they hadn’t returned. Them or their binoculars.
“Here.” I gladly took the set that Gideon held out towards me. His grin was as warm as the skin of his hands where it brushed along mine.
The binoculars themselves were heavy and older looking than Posy’s pair. Were they an heirloom of some sort? Maybe Gideon’s late father had enjoyed the sport.
It struck me that I’d never really asked him about his dad. And Gideon had never willingly mentioned him in conversation either. Maybe it was hard because he missed him. Did he see my father as some sort of surrogate, the way that Ari did? After all, she’d called him dad during her
