Amethyst’s POV
I stared at Devon's back as he busily cooked in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of pots and pans clanking together filling the air. A heavy weight settled in my chest, and I found myself at a loss for how to feel in this moment.
Should I be angry? Confused? I was torn between a whirlwind of emotions, and I didn’t know what to do next. Should I confront him, maybe lash out and demand that he confess to whatever it was he had done? Or should I simply remain silent and allow the day to unfold as if nothing was wrong, pretending everything was perfectly fine?
“Devon” I called out.
“Hmm? Yes, love?” he responded softly.
“Do you uh… do you not have anything to tell me?” I said.
Devon glanced at me with a confused face.
“I don't think so. I already tell you everything” he
