APRIL'S POV
Christmas morning light spilled soft and golden through the kitchen windows. We lingered in the matching pajamas Ashley had picked out, hair tousled, the coffee maker humming its familiar rhythm. I sat at the table, tugging the hem of my pants lower, legs tucked safely beneath it.
The anklet glinted anyway, its delicate chain catching the light like a secret wink.
Ashley reached for the syrup and her eyes flicked down. “Cute anklet. New? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”
My pulse slammed against my ribs. I shrugged, sliding my foot deeper under the chair. “Yeah. Grabbed it yesterday while I was out shopping with your dad.”
She smiled, easy and open. “Looks pricey. Nice choice.”
Leo sat across from me, coffee cupped in both hands, expression unreadable. His gaze brushed
