Bella POV
The terrace was quiet after Caleb went to bed, just the city humming below and the wine going warm in my glass. I told myself I was staying out here to think. Really, I was hiding.
We're trying. I'd actually said those words out loud, and I couldn't take them back.
The sliding door opened behind me. "You're still out here." Caleb stepped onto the terrace, barefoot now, his shirt untucked. He was carrying something — a battered leather notebook, worn at the corners like it had been opened and closed a thousand times.
"Couldn't sleep," I said.
"Neither can I." He sat in the other chair instead of beside me, like he understood I still needed the distance. "Can I show you something? You don't have to read it tonight. Or ever. But I want you to have it."
He set the notebook on t
