Neil’s POV
I couldn’t get that moment from the afternoon out of my head.
Not the form. Not the few lines Nathan had read for her.
It was the moment I called Emma upstairs, and she didn’t move right away.
She didn’t look at me first.
She looked at the paper in Nathan’s hand.
It was such a brief look that if I hadn’t been standing at the top of the stairs, watching, almost no one would have noticed. But I did. She understood perfectly well that she should leave. She just didn’t want to leave that quickly.
The thought sat heavy in my chest all night.
It wasn’t the first time something had felt off.
It had started with Emma putting less ice in Nathan’s glass without even thinking. Then with the way she panicked after recognizing the scent on him, like she had done something wrong. The
