That night, cold evening air drifted through the school courtyard as parents hurried inside the auditorium for Willa’s school concert. Riana checked her watch again. Students in glittering silver cloaks rushed backstage, teachers scrambled, and the final bell chimed.
As usual, Wesley was late.
She tried not to feel irritated. Or disappointed. Or anything, really.
The sweet messages from Raphael were her distraction and she needed that kind of distraction to calm her inner self when Wesley was nearby. A feeling she yet to understand.
Just as the lights dimmed, the doors at the back burst open. Wesley slipped in, breathless, hair slightly messy as if he had run all the way.
He scanned the audience until he found her.
And came straight to her row.
“Is this seat taken?”
