The moment Nate stepped back into the house, he could feel it—
the air was heavier, tighter, as if even the walls were holding their breath. The faint scent of lemon cleaner lingered in the kitchen, and there was Alexia, scrubbing the counters with the kind of ferocity usually reserved for battle.
Ryan sat silently at the table, his eyes flicking between them. He already knew what was coming. He could feel Alexia’s thoughts churning like a storm beneath her calm face—hurt, irritation… jealousy she didn’t want to name.
Nate forced a steady breath. “Children,” he said softly, “why don’t you take Christopher out in the backyard? He probably needs some fresh air.”
Kyan jumped to her feet with her usual boundless energy. “Come on, Ryan! Race you!”
Ryan sighed but followed her, pausing only
