HAILEY
“Eamon, come in, come in.”
Nana Rose says it so naturally that for one ridiculous second, I almost try to convince myself everything is normal.
But my heart refuses to stop its ridiculous beating.
I stay exactly where I am.
The jar of strawberry jam is still in my hands, my fingers wrapped around it so tightly I'm honestly surprised the glass hasn't shattered yet.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Eamon clear his throat quietly.
Then Aurora lets go of his leg and immediately stretches both flour-covered arms upward.
"Eamie, carry me."
He bends down without saying a word and lifts her into his arms.
I don't know why that somehow makes this worse.
Maybe because he looks so normal.
Maybe because he isn't glaring at me.
Maybe because he isn't acting angry.
Maybe because
