Chapter 32

In a daze, Sadie felt as if she were back under the mango tree at eighteen. The boy's hands nervously wiped the ice cream from the corner of her mouth. "It's melting onto your hand," Gideon said softly. When his fingertips brushed her skin, both of their faces turned red. "Sadie…" His voice, barely a whisper, floated like a feather on the wind. "Cold…" She suddenly remembered that night when he had draped his school jacket around her shoulders. "I don't want my Sadie to catch a cold." Now,...