Ford’s POV
My heart races with both excitement and fear.
“Nadine is here,” I point out, lingering by the door, but she pulls me in anyway. “What are you…”
I trail off when I see the bags on the floor.
Her bags.
The same ones that she brought when she moved in.
“You’re leaving?” I blurt out.
“I was going to,” Livia confesses, glancing at the door.
When she looks at me again, I can’t help but be taken aback by the knowledge in her stare. Like she’s been living far longer than her age allowed.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” she says. “I realize that I’ve been unfair to you, wanting you to reciprocate my feelings when you clearly have reasons to hold back. I’m sorry.”
I stare at her, wondering if this is another ruse. A way to get me to relax around her and drop my guard so we
