Marybeth
I hadn’t expected Daniel to suggest an amusement park. Dinner, yes. That part made sense. Predictable. Structured. Safe. But when Daniel pulled into the parking lot and cut off the engine, I turned toward him with a faint frown.
“This is your idea of a date?” I couldn’t help but look amused, and a little scared to be honest.
“You don’t like it?” His mouth curved slightly.
“I didn’t say that.” I shrugged.
“You sound like you’re deciding whether you should.” He frowned. That … wasn’t wrong. I looked out at the lights … bright, shifting, alive in a way that felt almost out of place against everything else I had been dealing with.
Children’s laughter carried across the air. Music. Movement. Noise. It felt like stepping into something I had never quite belonged to.
“I’ve neve
