Chapter 8: Harbor Mile

“I understand why you were afraid,” he said. “I do. Mason would have come. My mother would have cried. Lydia would have sharpened every word she owns.”

Nora breathed shakily.

“But I’m not them,” he said.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

The question was quiet.

Worse than shouting.

Nora stepped closer.

“I...