Tessa’s POV

Galvin’s car pulled into the driveway just ten minutes after six. I heard the engine turn off, then the solid thud of the driver’s door closing, followed by the lighter sound of the trunk opening and shutting.

I wiped my hands on a towel before walking to the entryway. He stood there with two black suitcases and the same quiet presence he had always carried, only it felt heavier now. The divorce had changed the shape of his face somehow. This was not the Galvin I remembered from the last time we met years ago. The lines around his eyes were deeper. When he looked at me in...