“Honey, you haven’t met David yet, have you?”
Felicity looked away from the warm fire towards her husband’s voice. Ice suddenly gripped her veins.
Nate stood with his arm around his friend, the two laughing at a joke she could not hear.
She rose to her feet, though she didn’t know how. Her legs moved on their own. A hundred memories ricocheted inside her head at once:
The scent of bergamot on h...