Aurora's POV
Nova doesn't say anything else for a while. She didn't speak. She just ate. She wound a huge forkful of spaghetti around her fork, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed furiously, then slurped up the remaining strands. Cream sauce ringed her lips in a pale smear.
She ate with frantic speed, as though she had somewhere she desperately needed to be. Her jaw remained tight as she chewed, and I couldn't help wondering whether she even tasted any of it. I watch her, trying to read whatever's sitting behind her eyes, and I can't quite land on it.
Then she's on her feet, the chair legs shrieking against the floor loud enough that Noah flinches, both hands braced flat on the table like she needs the leverage.
"I'm stuffed." She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, not quite look
