Paul's POV
It was difficult to breathe; the heavy tension in the air was the type you could feel pushing down on your chest. Leaning on the windowsills, I gazed down at the city below and the skyline like a picture. But the scenery was not on my mind. It was on Becky, in the gap that had built between us throughout the past several days.
She seemed miles away even though she was in the next room. Since the encounter with Lydia, we hadn't talked much, and every chat we had seemed to veer around the true problems. Her avoidance of my eyes and the way she held something back suggested something she was hiding. She wouldn't approach me about it, though.
It was killing me as well.
Frustration boiling just under the surface, I ran a hand through my hair. Although Becky had always been stron
