~Selene's POV~
The twins are asleep by eight. Miriam sits across the small kitchen table with her tea going cold in front of her, the way it always does when she has something she wants to say and is deciding how to say it.
"Can I tell you something I noticed?" Miriam says.
Selene looks up from the contract she has been pretending to read for the last ten minutes. "Go ahead."
"The first day he came. I watched his face in the doorway before either of you saw me." Miriam turns her cup once on the table, a small habitual motion she has always made when working up to something. "It wasn't just guilt. I've seen guilt on plenty of faces over the years, Selene. This was recognition. Like he was finally letting himself see something he'd spent a long time refusing to look at."
Selene sets the
