AVA’S POV
Now I am beginning to feel Nicholas never trusted me from the start, he just saw me as a tool to carry his kids. Digging up on me? That sounded like betrayal to me.
The rain had stopped hours ago, but the house still felt cold.
The air carried that heavy, quiet cold it always did after a storm, the kind that settles into your bones and makes you want to wrap yourself in something warm.
While I was doing the dishes, the house keeper was surprised. I guess that’s how I wanted to ease my mind.
I was drying the last breakfast dishes when he walked past the doorway.
Nicholas.
It wasn’t unusual to see him here; he has been spending more time at home lately.
But it was the way he moved now that caught me. Slower, shoulders slightly hunched, as if carrying a log of wood on h
