Selina's POV
After that "encounter", I returned home and made dinner.
Then Luka came home, so the three of us gathered around the table.
It was quiet; the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against porcelain.
Luka was playing the part of the attentive husband again, cutting Nora's steak into perfect bite-sized pieces. I watched him, sickened by the effortless grace of his deception.
"Oh, by the way," I said, my tone casual. "I ran into Iyana at the Medical Center today."
Luka's hand paused for a fraction of a second. It was subtle, but I caught it.
He looked up, his eyes searching mine. "The Medical Center? Are you alright, babe?"
"Oh, it was nothing. Just a follow-up on my ankle," I lied, gesturing toward my foot. "It's still a bit stiff after that fall. I figured it was be
