By the time I got back to the house, Noah was already back from his errands waiting for me. He leaned against the counter, a glass of water in his hand, but his eyes weren’t relaxed. They were sharp, tracking me the way you watch a stranger in your home.
“You’re late,” he said, like it was nothing, but his tone told me it was something.
I dropped my purse onto the table. “Traffic.”
His gaze held mine a beat longer than necessary before he looked toward the living room and he looked at me. “You didn't inform me you were stepping out and I've been trying to reach you, your phone is not reachable.”
I replied to him back with a shivering but trying to hide it tone, “My battery went off and I couldn't wait until I'm back home to plug it up, I lied”.
I crouched down and hugged Nova, letting
