Nathan’s POV
After that day, I stopped finding reasons to be near Emma.
It should not have been difficult.
I was used to putting things where they belonged. I was used to knowing what should be done and what should not. As long as the distance was clear enough, as long as my voice stayed even enough, everything could still look normal.
At breakfast, Emma sat across from me and didn’t ask me anything. Neil was quieter than usual too. Nothing looked different at the table.
But I knew better than to believe that.
Neil’s words from the night before were still in my head.
I set my glass back on the table, softly.
I didn’t like the way Neil had spoken to me. I didn’t like how he sounded as if he had already seen through everything, as if he had the right to tell me what I was doing.
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