Maya's POV
The day following the headlines was like moving through a house built of eggshells. Every creak, every quiet whisper, every glance out the window to the gate where the paparazzi still lingered felt like it could shatter something delicate into unfixable bits. I fought to hold on to routine. Attempted to laugh at Lee's stories and compliment her buns for being nice, attempted to flip pancakes that were super blueberry-ful for Sami, attempted not to pay attention to how my name was now being mentioned on hashtags not belonging to me.
And worse, it felt like Adam had changed.
It wasn't in any direct way. He was still here, still with me. He did dishes today. He brushed Sami's hair in the morning. He folded laundry too, next to me on the couch. But there was something different,
