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Nico
Chef Andre outdid himself with our meal. Every bite was sensational, and the wine he paired the food with was the perfect compliment. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed a meal so much.
Until I looked at Laura’s face.
“Do you not like it?” I asked.
She forced a smile and shook her head. “It’s good. Everything is good.”
I smiled. Something was wrong. She wasn’t enjoying herself. I had no clue why, but she was not happy.
“So, um…” I tried to think of something to talk to her about. I knew how her day went because I saw her every day and read through the notes she wrote about patients every night. I didn’t know her friends, but I wasn’t interested in their personal lives. I wanted to know her. “Why did you move to MacKellar Cove?”
She looked up at me, a bite of pasta
