**Chapter 5: The Hidden Past**

As the days went by, Joel and Esme grew closer, their conversations flowing effortlessly. One evening, as they sat on Henry's porch, watching the stars twinkle to life, Esme turned to Joel with a contemplative expression. "You know, I've never really talked about my life in Europe," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Joel's curiosity was piqued. "I've noticed you don't mention it much," he replied, his eyes locked on hers. Esme took a deep breath, and a faraway look crept into her eyes. "I was in a relationship, a serious one. We were together for a few years, but it ended abruptly. I came to the States to get away, to start fresh." Joel's interest was piqued. He had sensed that there was more to Esme's story, and now she was finally opening up. "What happened?" he asked gently. Esme's gaze drifted to the ground, and for a moment, Joel thought she might clam up. But then she began to speak, her words spilling out like a pent-up flood. "We were young, and we thought we were in love. But it turned out he was not what I thought he was. He was controlling, manipulative... I felt trapped." Her voice cracked, and Joel's heart went out to her. He reached out, taking her hand in his. "I'm so sorry, Esme. That must have been incredibly difficult for you." Esme's eyes met his, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. "It was," she said finally. "But being here, with you and Henry and Sarah... it feels like a new beginning." Joel's chest swelled with emotion. He felt a deep connection to Esme, a sense of understanding that went beyond words. As they sat there, hands entwined, the stars shining above them, he knew that he wanted to be a part of her new beginning. "I'm glad you're here," he said, his voice low and sincere. Esme smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Me too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. In that moment, Joel felt a sense of intimacy wash over him. He knew that he was getting to know Esme on a deeper level, and it was a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. But as they sat there, surrounded by the quiet of the night, he knew that he was falling for her, hard.