A Very Merry Collection

8. Nicholas

EIGHT

NICHOLAS

An hour later, I pushed open the door to Sugar it was an invitation, open and steady, like he’d wait as long as it took.

“She said it was important to have a spot like this. Somewhere you could see everything clearly. We’d sit up here and talk about our dreams—what we wanted to be, where we’d go.

She always said it didn’t matter how far we went, as long as we had each other.

” My voice wavered and I swallowed hard, blinking against the burn behind my eyes.

Markus leaned a little closer, his voice soft. “She sounds like she was amazing.”