“Hey.” Lincoln’s voice broke through my thoughts. He tilted my chin up, and his honey gaze searched mine. “What were you thinking about?” “Nothing important,” I sighed, forcing a smile. He stared at me persistently, as if the weight of his gaze could cause me to spill my dark thoughts. And evidently, it could. “Just the past sneaking in," I found myself admitting. He nodded, as if once again he completely understood me,
