Everyone retreated to separate corners of the house.

Chloe dropped the bag. They kissed, raw and real.

"You look like a person who remembers what the sky tastes like," he said. It was absurd, poetic, and exactly what Sophie’s starved soul needed. He didn't touch her. But when a bee landed on her wrist, he gently blew it away. The intimacy of the gesture was shattering.