CHAPTER 10
Devon
Sadie’s hair is still wet when she arrives. She looks very down-to-earth and human-like-the-rest-of-us, without a hint of makeup and in a simple pair of jeans and a loose-fitting sweater for the after-dark chill in the air. Yet, there’s still something magical about her. Something glamorous that comes through her girl-next-door surfer vibe. I can’t help but wonder if that’s always been there, but I’m the wrong person to ask. Sadie was, and will probably always be, my blind spot. My eternal weakness.
“I was just making tea,” I say, once I’ve ushered her to the back porch where we had coffee this morning. It feels like a lifetime ago. “Do you want some?”
“Yes, please.”
When I come back out, Sadie has slipped off her flip-flops and is sitting with her legs drawn up and h
