AVA’S POV
I don’t know if I had the right to feel broken after seeing Nicholas with Vivian’s picture.
She was once his wife, I thought as much trying to comfort myself. I guess I quickly forgot I was just a surrogate.
And lately, the silence between us has been growing for days, but today it feels like a living, breathing thing in the house. Thick and suffocating.
It wraps around every corner, glued to every wall, and follows me from room to room like a shadow I can’t run past.
Nicholas barely speaks to me anymore.
Even when he does, it’s short, formal, almost cold.
I tell myself it’s the stress.
Maybe his business, maybe because the children are still adjusting.
But deep down, a fear is forming; a whisper that keeps asking if I did something wrong.
I’m standing in the corrido
