All his features soften. “Is this the first time you’ve seen him since you left?” My gaze drops, mostly so Nate doesn’t see the tears pricking my eyes. “Yes.” I brush my hair back, blink a few times, clear my throat, force a smile, and look up to meet his stare. “What a small world.” “Too small.” There’s genuine concern edged into the lines of his eyes. “If I had known who he was, I would’ve given you a heads up that he would be here.”
