{Martha's POV}
As Nathan pulled out of the parking lot, he glanced in my direction with a comforting smile before turning his focus back to the road. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I. The silence in the car stretched on, heavy and unyielding, as he navigated down the highway.
It was obvious he didn’t believe my excuse. The furrow of his brows and the way his fingers tightened around the steering wheel told me his mind was elsewhere, likely trying to piece things together on his own.
When we reached the house, Nathan parked the car and turned toward me, his eyes fixed on mine, filled with uncertainty. “My love, promise me you’ll be honest with me,” he said, his voice soft but firm.
I swallowed hard, my gaze fluttering as I struggled to find the words. Why now? Why was he asking t
