Abigail’s POV
Ricky is in the middle of telling some story about his time in college, and Mom is practically doubled over with laughter. Normally, I’d be laughing too, letting the moment ease the tension of the day.
But my attention keeps drifting.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nathan pull out his phone. His shoulders are relaxed at first, but as he reads whatever is on the screen, his entire demeanor shifts. The casual slouch disappears, replaced by a tension.
His jaw tightens, his brows drawing together, and for a brief moment, I catch something in his expression.
I try to look away, to ignore the moment and give him his privacy, but it’s impossible to shake the image of his clenched fist and the subtle furrow in his brow. He locks his phone, shoving it into his pocket with a
