When I wake, Isaac is already taking a shower, but there is a small box on my pillow.

A smile curves my lips as I lean against the headboard and I still hold the box.

Opening it gently, I pull out a miniature chessboard keychain. It's tacky and clearly from some bargain gift shop. It's a foolish thing to give a person, and yet I can't help my heart stutter.

I unfold the note and read Isaac's handwriting.

Congrats, Anna Muzycuk. You're beating me sometimes now.

I burst out laughing. Anna Muzycuk is a chess grandmaster, and I truly admire her. There is something that stirs within my chest. I...