(Amelia)
I stared at Nathaniel, unsure whether I'd heard him correctly. Moving into our bedroom was something I hadn't seriously considered since returning to New York. We had grown closer, but sharing a room would change our relationship considerably. I needed to understand what he expected.
"Are you asking me to sleep beside you again?" I asked. "Or do you mean moving all my things back?" I glanced toward the house. "Nathaniel, that's a big decision."
"I know," he answered. "And I'm not asking you to decide tonight." He held my hand. "I just want to know whether it's something you'd consider eventually."
I sat on the garden bench and invited him to join me. Memories of our marriage came back before I could stop them. I'd spent countless evenings waiting for Nathaniel to come home, ho
