Ch. 15: Storm Warning

The city never really slept, and tonight neither did he.

The conversation turned, the way conversations do, from the easy things to the ones that mattered. "You shouldn't have come," she said, and the words landed softer than they were meant to. "You shouldn't have come," she said, and the words landed softer than they were meant to.

"You shouldn't have come," she said, and the words landed softer than they were meant to. "I'm not asking you to forgive me," Nina said. "I'm asking you to listen." The conversation turned, the way conversations do, from the easy things to the ones that mattered.

Nina crossed the room slowly, aware of every step, of the way she was watching without seeming to. "I'm not asking you to forgive me," Nina said. "I'm asking you to listen."

Nina crossed the room slowly, aware of every step, of the way she was watching without seeming to. Nina crossed the room slowly, aware of every step, of the way she was watching without seeming to. Nina crossed the room slowly, aware of every step, of the way she was watching without seeming to.

They did not speak for a long moment. Some silences carry more than words ever could, and this was one of them.

Nina crossed the room slowly, aware of every step, of the way she was watching without seeming to. The conversation turned, the way conversations do, from the easy things to the ones that mattered.

She did not sleep that night. There was too much to lose, and far too much to want.