I remember feeling calm in a way I hadn’t expected, as if everything had finally settled into place.
That evening, we returned to Nathan’s house.
Our house now. It was my first time there.
I moved through the rooms slowly, touching things as if it would make it all feel more real, taking in details I had never seen before.
I thought quietly, this is where everything begins again.
“I’m going to freshen up,” I told Nathan.
He nodded. “Take your time, darling.”
When I came back into the bedroom, I knew immediately something was wrong.
Nathan stood in the middle of the room, still in his suit, his posture stiff in a way that didn’t match the calm of the evening. The warmth had drained from his face, replaced by something distant that made my heart race before I understood why.
In that moment, I felt something shift without knowing what it was.
