The Past Is In The Past

“Nathaniel. Ceci.” Nicholas stopped a short distance from the pavilion, calling out to them.

Both Cecilia and Nathaniel turned at the sound of his voice.

Nathaniel gave a low hum in response, then leaned slightly toward Cecilia. “If anything happens, let me know right away. I’ll be here, waiting.”

Cecilia nodded. “All right.”

She stepped out of the pavilion.

Nicholas held the umbrella over her head.