Chapter 15 Nath

• The moment we step onto the stage, I feel that something is wrong. Winter’s eyes keep drifting. Not toward the crowd, not toward her feet—toward them. Mike and Olivia.
• Every time she looks, her smile fades a little more, and it makes me wonder. Is she remembering something? Is Mike still tugging at her from somewhere deep inside? Or is it simpler—that she’s hurting because they look so damned polished compared to us?
• Either way, I hate it.