Chapter 4Sarah
I feel the gentle press of Amber’s fingers against mine, warm and careful, just before she slips her hand into mine to hold it. Her touch is soft but steady, like she’s saying so much without a single word. Silently, we make our way off the stage, fingers entwined, the buzz of the crowd fading as we step into the quieter night.
It’s still early, and I know exactly where to take her. There’s this small, tucked-away beach by the harbor, a hidden spot with a weathered bench overlooking the bay. If we’re lucky, we’ll get there just in time to catch the sun dipping low behind the Golden Gate Bridge.
We walk slowly, comfortable in the silence, letting the city’s hum fill the spaces between us. I keep sneaking glances at her, taking in the way her blonde hair catches the faint g
