Olivia
After standing outside for a little while longer, the stars offered no answers to my countless dilemmas. With a sigh, I decided to head inside. I slid the glass door shut behind me, my mind a whirlpool of frustration and concern.
Nathan had retreated to the house before me, his posture rigid, his words simmering with rage and pain. He hadn’t waited for me, and I knew why. I sighed as I locked the door, walking through the silent living room and turning off the lights along the way.
When I reached our bedroom, the door was ajar, a faint line of light cutting across the dark hallway. I pushed it open gently. Nathan was already in bed, his back to me, the covers pulled up to his shoulders.
Carefully, I changed into my nightclothes, deliberately quiet in my movements. W
