(Amelia)
He caught me in the corridor outside the ballroom, before I could reach the doors.
"Amelia."
I stopped. I could have kept walking. But he'd said my name in a way that would have followed me down the hall if I ran from it, so I turned around instead.
"Nathaniel."
He looked older up close. Tired in a way the stage lights had hidden. For a moment neither of us said anything, and then he said the thing he'd clearly been holding for five years.
"You left papers on my desk and disappeared."
"I did."
"No note. No address. Nothing." His voice stayed low, but there was something working underneath it. "You were just gone. I came home and the house was empty and my wife had signed herself out of my life like she was closing an account."
"That's about right," I said.
"Where did you
