She felt a wave of unease, a nagging suspicion that there was more to Daniel than met the eye. The way he’d suddenly closed off, his body language shifting from open and engaging to guarded and tense, spoke volumes about the importance of the call. And yet, he’d given nothing away, no hint as to the nature of the conversation or the identity of the mysterious caller.

Was this confusion or anger burning in her chest? Juniper couldn’t tell anymore, only that the feeling left her feeling un-fastened. Every time I think there’s solid ground between us, he reminds me I’m still on the outside. The truth of it stung: This road I’m on… I might still be walking it alone.