Chapter 48

Noah sat on the sofa, his thumb hovering over the screen of his phone. He hit replay on the video Dorothy had sent. Chloe's hands moved with practiced, rhythmic precision as she worked on her craft, her expression devoid of the uncertainty she often showed him. There was a quiet confidence in the way she handled her tools, an independence that seemed to radiate from the screen. He watched the tilt of her head, finding himself fixated on the focus in her eyes. The vibration of an incoming call...