The house felt different after that night. Too quiet. Too still. Even the walls seemed to hold their breath, as if they had heard something dangerous and were waiting for it to happen again.
Leah could still hear Marcus’s words. They looped in her head until they were louder than any noise in the house. “When the war comes, Mrs. Nathan, who will you stand for?” The question made sense in a way she hated. It made her chest tight and her heart race.
She tried to push the thought away, but every time she saw Nathan, the doubt came back stronger. He did not know what Marcus had said. She had not told him. She could not at least, not yet.
Since she moved into the house, Nathan had shouted and controlled most of the time. Now he watched her. He watched like someone trying to read a private ma
