Amelia clutched the corner of the blanket, reminding herself not to jump to conclusions. She had once heard that when a man suddenly seems distant, it means he had found something … or someone else.
The next morning, for the first time in a long while, it was just the two of them traveling together.
As the car drove through the familiar villa area, Damien pointed out a sycamore tree along the side of the road, smiling.
"Remember this? You used to love picking up fallen leaves here to use as bookmarks."
Amelia’s eyes followed the direction he indicated, her nerves slowly loosening.
Damien continued, "And you always followed me home after school. One time, I checked to see if you were really following me and you got lost. You cried so hard, I felt bad."
Amelia’s gaze wandered with his words and memories of their childhood came flooding back. It was strange how easily they all came to mind, how vivid the images were despite the years that had passed.