Ellie POV
The packhouse was quiet again. The kind of quiet that settled only when people were afraid to speak.
Of course, everyone had heard about Nolan’s confession by now. It was only last night that it had happened, but I could tell by the tension at breakfast that word had gotten around.
I stood by the window, the afternoon sun spilling soft light through the lingering rainclouds and across the floor. It should have been peaceful, but my chest still ached from the weight of Nolan’s words.
Nolan entered the room, his footsteps soft as he approached. I didn’t look at him, I didn’t need to. I knew that he was looking at me.
The silence stretched between us for what felt like an eternity. There was so much to say, and yet I couldn’t think of anything. All that was going through my he
