I thought there was a shift between us. I thought something had changed.
The ride back from the school was quiet.
Milly had fallen asleep in my arms before we left, her small body warm and heavy, her breathing steady. I'd tucked her into bed and promised to call tomorrow. Damian had waited in the hallway, giving me space.
Now, in the car, he sat close but not touching. His grey eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but I could feel his attention on me like a second skin.
"She likes you," I said quietly.
He glanced at me. "She's a good kid."
"She's everything."
He didn't respond, but his hand moved slightly, like he wanted to reach for mine. He didn't. But the impulse was there. I saw it.
The city passed in a blur of lights and shadows. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and
