AVA’S POV
The way he changed wasn’t loud, It wasn’t the kind of change that slams a door in your face and shouts, “I’m different now!”
No. Nicholas’s change was slow, like how daylight fades into dusk before you even realise the sun has set.
It started with his eyes.
They used to find me easily, as though they belonged there, as though looking at me was something they couldn’t help but do.
Now, they looked past me like I was another piece of furniture in the room. Politely, distant and careful.
The first morning I noticed, we were in the kitchen.
I was feeding the girls breakfast — well, trying to, and he walked in.
Usually, he would lean against the counter, watch us for a second, and make dry comments about the mess.
But that day, he didn’t even look our way. He poured himse
