Noah’s eyes followed me from the moment I stepped into the kitchen. He didn’t say a word, he just leaned against the counter nursing his coffee like he was taking mental notes on every move I made. I tried to act casual, setting out plates and pouring orange juice, but my fingers fumbled the glass pitcher, and a thin stream of juice splashed over the counter.
Nova was at the table, humming as she lined up blueberries in perfect rows on her plate. The sound should have been comforting. Instead, it only made the air heavier.
“You didn’t sleep again,” Noah said finally, not looking away from me.
“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
He didn’t push, not directly but I could feel it, the way his attention lingered a beat too long, the way his jaw tightened when I tu
