Lisa’s POV
Three days passed before Peter called back, not dramatic days, not loud ones. Which somehow made everything feel worse because life continued normally, breakfasts, meetings, quiet car rides, late dinners. Conversations that sounded ordinary on the surface but carried too much underneath them now and Ethan… he remained exactly what he always was. Controlled, precise, unreadable but not distant in the same way anymore. That was the problem, the shift was subtle enough that I couldn’t explain it properly, even to myself.
He still corrected me when he thought I was distracted, still expected things without asking. Still carried that same cold authority into every room he entered but now… he noticed things. Too many things, if I skipped breakfast, he noticed. If I was quieter than
