Chapter 35
~ Hailey ~
The bridge was beautiful in that deliberately romantic way that tourist destinations sometimes are.
Nathaniel had driven us about forty minutes outside the city to this small town I'd never heard of where everything looked like it had been designed specifically for couples.
Cobblestone walkways. Vintage lampposts. Small boutiques selling candles and chocolates and other things meant to signify love and commitment.
And the bridge. The lovers' bridge that stretched across a river I couldn't name, its iron railings covered — completely covered in padlocks of every size and color.
"This is the place," Nathaniel had said when we parked, gesturing toward the bridge with something that looked almost like nervousness. "I know it's cheesy. But you said no clubs, and I t
