“Nathan, please. Open the gift.” He stared at the package as if he hadn’t realized it was in his hand. Thunder rumbled and fat drops of rain hit the sidewalk. In the shelter of the alcove, he tore off the paper and shoved it into his jacket pocket. Emma watched him carefully lift the lid and look inside. He stared down at the black rubber sports watch. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. A full minute later, he slowly pulled it from the box and rubbed the bezel between his thumb and index finger. Finally,
