OLIVIA
I was in the kitchen, putting together a simple fruit platter for Hannah. I peeled a few mandarins, sliced apples and pears into neat pieces, and added a handful of orange wedges before arranging everything carefully on a plate.
Hannah was in her room, resting. I was about to call her to the living room when I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I startled, nearly dropping the knife, and turned to find Noah looming over me.
I didn’t notice him coming. Did he walk without making a sound?
The kitchen was small, so I told him to wait in the living room, but he stayed by the doorway instead, watching quietly as I finished with the fruit. Maybe I’d been too focused to notice him step inside.
I lowered my head, hair falling forward against my cheeks. When I looked up, my
