Chapter 225

• Claire's pov
• I could still taste the spices on my tongue as we stepped out of the house. Nathan’s lasagna… God, I never expected him to cook, let alone something that would feel so close to comfort. I didn’t say much during the meal—I couldn’t. My chest felt too heavy, my head too clouded. But now, standing outside, seeing him walk toward the car with the keys in hand, it all came rushing back.
• “Claire,” he said softly, holding the passenger door open for me. “Let me take you.”