Cadence stared at the woman walking along the shore, his eyes fixed on her every movement. There was nothing particularly unusual about her, but he had a feeling. A quiet, persistent feeling in his gut that she was planning something. He just knew it. He couldn't prove it. He had no evidence. But still, he watched her, waiting for some sign that would tell him what she was upto.
And yet, the longer he looked at her, the harder it became to hold on to suspicion. The more he stared, the more he found himself imagining something else entirely. He pictured walking up to her, reaching for her hand, and feeling her fingers close around his. He imagined them strolling together along the shoreline, their hands intertwined without tension. The way they used to be in the past, before he made the biggest mistake of his life of trying to keep her here.
