Mirabelle's POV:
Dinner was supposed to be a refuge after a long day at work. But tonight, the usual comfort felt like a thin layer of ice stretched over deep water.
I could barely taste the food in front of me. Across the table, Noah sat with his eyes downcast, refusing to look at me. It was all he could do to maintain the facade of peace for the kids.
We were halfway through the main course when Skyler began. “Did you and Daddy have a fight?” He asked, his face scrunched up.
I froze, my fork hovering mid-air. I glanced at Noah, hoping he’d handle this, but he was staring at his plate, his jaw clenched.
I swallowed hard and forced a smile. “No, sweetie. Why would you think that?”
“Because you and Daddy aren’t acting like you used to,” Skyler insisted, refusing to let it go. “You’r
