*Claire*
The car ride back was, in a word, tense. Nathaniel and I were in the middle of a discussion about a life-altering change, and then he gets a phone call from some woman named Amber.
While I decided not to press him at the moment, as soon as we get back home, I decided that I need some answers. I did not want to ask questions in a heated or turbulent moment, but I have no secrets with Nathaniel, and I want to make sure that he feels like he can talk to me, which is a novel sensation for me. I do not remember the last time I felt this way about someone.
After the door is locked behind us, I go into the kitchen and start making myself some raspberry tea as Nathaniel takes our coats and places them in the hall closet. When he returns, he smiles and looks at me intuitively.
“Clai
