After Nathan’s video call ended, the living room stayed quiet for a while. Cindy was still smiling, saying he looked well. Eric lowered his eyes to send a message back, probably confirming something about school, while Neil stood beside the kitchen island with that pack of paper towels still in his hand.
I glanced at him.
He was already watching me.
For one moment, I had the strange feeling that it was not that he had missed my hesitation earlier. He had seen it too clearly, and that was exactly why he did not speak right away.
Cindy soon shifted the topic to the weather and said it might rain later in the week. Eric checked the forecast on his phone and reminded Neil not to come back from practice with the car full of mud. Neil answered in his usual lazy tone, but his attention was no
