Natalia Claas never intended to be noticed. That was the first thing people misunderstood about her. She wasn’t shy, nor awkward — she was deliberate . In a world that confused noise for power, Natalia moved like a held breath.
Cross laughed. Took the book. Left.
Natalia nodded. “The one you wanted to pave for a parking lot.” natalia claas
“There’s a path under the concrete,” he said quietly. “Your grandfather’s boat. The wood… is it from the old forest?” Natalia Claas never intended to be noticed