Dinner felt louder than it should have. It wasn’t the noise. Maddie and Jace were talking the way they always did, easy and familiar, moving from one thing to the next without thinking about it. It should have felt normal. It didn’t. Everything felt sharper. Every sound, every movement, every glance I tried not to make. Rhett sat across from me, like he always did, and that hadn’t changed, but the way I was aware of him had. I kept my focus on my plate, moving my fork more than I was actually eating, trying to look like I was paying attention to anything but him. It didn’t work. I could feel it. The way his attention shifted. The way he noticed. “You’re quiet tonight.” “I’m just tired.” Same answer. Same excuse. It sat there heavier this time. Jace said something after that, pulling Ma

