July 31st, 1940. Seabrook Island, South Carolina.

Noah is head over heels.

He knows he shouldn’t be, not with a wealthy girl like her.

He doesn’t deserve it. But he couldn’t possibly be any more grateful for her.

She’s not conceited or standoffish, unlike most of her peers. In his eyes, she’s the epitome of perfection. Of what angels must be like.

The summer you’ve been spending together has been the closest to heaven he’ll ever be, even with the obstacles you’re facing.

He knows that he wants all of her, forever. No matter what.

They’re arm in arm as he walks her into the abandoned house he wants to show her.