(William’s POV)
I was so relieved when Angela walked into the house a little after seven in the evening. For a moment, I wanted to rise, to move toward her, to wrap her in a warm embrace and let her know how much I had missed her—how much I had missed us.
But instead, I stayed seated, still and quiet, simply taking in the sight of her, uncertain of how to even begin. All I managed to utter without much tension was her name; every other word I considered felt as though it might carry the wrong impression, the wrong tone.
Still, I was grateful for how those first couple of minutes between us had gone—cautious, yes, but without triggering any wrong feelings.
More than five minutes had passed in silence. Neither of us spoke, and she hadn’t moved from her chair. She sat still, focused on h
