SIMONE'S POV
I woke up the next day still feeling extremely pissed about what happened between Nicholas and me. Our argument replayed in my mind like a broken record. I'd tried so hard to defend my family, to believe in their innocence, but Nicholas's words kept echoing, "narrow-minded" and "biased." It hurt way more than I wanted to admit.
He didn't need to say all that just to make his point. We avoided each other for the whole morning, but I could feel his presence lingering in the air. It was suffocating. I was going to act like everything was normal, but I could feel the tension between us. I could feel like he was going to go off anytime and get pissed at me.
Finally, I found him in the living room, running a hand through his hair as he stared out the window. "Amore," he
