OLIVIA’S POV
I noticed them the way you noticed changes in weather. Not in one dramatic moment but in the accumulation of small signals that told you something had shifted without announcing itself.
I was standing at the kitchen counter reading something on my phone and he came in from the study and went to the coffee pot and filled his cup and then without pausing filled mine and set it back where it had been and went to the table.
He did not comment on it.
I did not comment on it.
I picked up my cup and drank my coffee and pretended it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
It was not the most ordinary thing in the world.
It happened again on Thursday.
I had been in the library until late. Later than I intended. The book had finally caught me properly after weeks of sliding of
