But there was also a part of me, a version of myself I thought had disappeared, who smiled. This part of me, the Finn from before, was already consumed with thoughts of Olive and what our life together could be. Taking her to jobs with me. Getting her opinion on how to approach a restoration. Spoiling her in the small everyday things—a new jacket, fancy coffee drinks, her favorite breakfast pastry. That part of me sighed with fucking hearts in his eyes, wondering if we should leave her love notes around the lighthouse. Absurd. Ridiculous. Foolish. That Finn was a fucking idiot.
