Oliver.
The house stayed quiet for most of the afternoon. Helen and Julian remained upstairs resting, the kind of deep, exhausted rest that still came easily to them after the accident. Lena had gone to her room to put away some of the photo albums and give herself a few minutes alone. That left Ava and Oliver downstairs.
She hadn’t planned to overhear them at first.
Lena was coming back down the hallway when she caught the low sound of Ava’s voice from the living room. Something in the tone made her slow her steps and stop just short of the doorway, staying out of sight.
“You’ve been avoiding me since I got here,” Ava was saying.
Oliver’s reply was controlled. “I’ve been busy. Helen and Julian need attention.”
“That’s not all of it.”
There was a short silence. “You’ve been distant,
