STELLA'S POV
Something was wrong with him.
I could feel it, but I just didn't know what. Something was definitely wrong I saw it in the way he looked at me, like he was trying to hold the memory of my face, afraid that I would leave him. He smiled when I looked at him, but it didn’t reach his eyes—not the way it used to.
All through breakfast his mind was somewhere else. His hand was warm against mine, but his thoughts were far away, and I saw it in his eyes like he was afraid to tell me what was going on. That scared me.
“James,” I said softly, putting the fork down, “what's wrong?”
He gave a small chuckle, the kind that was supposed to convince me he was fine, but I knew better. “I’m fine. Do I not look fine?” He gave me a reassuring smile.
“You do... but James—”
“But nothing, bab
