Amelia.
Nathaniel stood just outside the fitting room curtain watching me carefully.
“Who said something to you?”
My throat tightened instantly.
God.
Why did he notice everything?
I looked away quickly, suddenly unable to hold his gaze.
“It’s nothing.”
Nathaniel didn’t move.
“Amelia.”
“I said it’s fine.”
The words came out too quickly.
Years of surviving Daniel had taught me how to do this perfectly. Pretend things didn’t hurt even when they did.
Nathaniel studied my face silently for a few seconds longer before speaking again.
“No,” he said calmly. “It isn’t.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around myself.
“It happens all the time.”
The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Because something cold shifted behind Nathaniel’s expression immediately.
Not anger, somethi
