As they said their goodnights, Jake felt a sense of anticipation unlike anything he'd experienced before. The world was shifting around them, families and fortunes realigning, but at the centre of it all was something simple and profound, the connection he'd found with Amity, unexpected and transformative.
The next morning, Jake arrived at the bow before first light, a canvas tucked under his arm and a small bag of supplies in his hand. He'd barely slept, too filled with nervous energy and plans for the future, their future.
The sky was just beginning to lighten when Amity appeared, her hair loose around her shoulders and her violin case strapped to her back.
"You brought the Crystal Voice," Jake observed, pleased.
"And you brought art supplies," she countered, eyeing his canvas. "Are
