NICHOLAS POV
The morning light entered through the living room's huge windows, but it did not warm the cold space inside me.
I sank into the leather chair, drumming my fingers nervously on the arm.
The letter that had arrived the day before was still folded in my pocket, a silent weight I couldn’t shake.
Ava moved around the house like a ghost I couldn’t touch, her presence both a comfort and a torment.
She cared for the girls with a devotion that moved something in me I wasn’t ready to face.
Watching her cradle them, soothe their cries, and light up with their smiles was unbearable and yet oddly beautiful.
But I pushed it away whenever I tried to reach for that feeling.
I pushed her away.
I didn’t know if it was love or guilt or a mixture of both, circled into something I cou
