Chapter 112: Beach Party

"Natasha?"

I flinched and quickly turned my attention toward Harry, taking a sip of his lemonade juice. It looks like he's been calling for my attention. I didn't realize I was spacing out the whole time. I glanced at my drink, playing with my straw when Harry spoke again.

"What's the matter? You barely touch your dinner…."

The sun had set already, and the place was filled with lights. We're still outside and in front of the ocean's surface, just chilling in a cottage with floating lights. I could see from here the other lights illuminating the darkness. It feels like you could reach the stars on the land. The waves' whispers and the wind's strokes somehow ease the anxiety, but something is telling me this is not right.

Or am I just overreacting again? I sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried about my husband…."