I pace around the living room, stealing glances at Nicholas, who is engrossed in his book. I'm sure the sound of my footsteps wouldn't let him concentrate on the book in his hands, but I was willing to do more than that. I'm determined to have a proper conversation with Nicholas.
When we concluded the meeting with George, he had disappeared away from the house. He left home early before I woke up and got back when I was deeply asleep. This has been the routine until today, and I am not willing to miss this opportunity.
I took in a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I need to approach him calmly and casually, as if I'm not dying to talk to him.
Funny how I've been thinking about this moment all week, trying to come up with the perfect words to say to him without him seeing me as s
