This shouldn’t be this hard. I keep telling myself that as I go about my daily routine, with William and Noah moving quietly in the background.
To make things easier, we’ve been avoiding being alone together. Back then, when I made dinner, Noah would usually be in the kitchen with me. Sometimes just talking, keeping me company. Other times, I’d give him something to do. Kneading dough, mixing batter, peeling potatoes, just to keep his hands busy.
Now, I stay in the kitchen alone. Sometimes William joins me, hovering around the counter while we finish up. When it’s time to eat, I call Noah. He comes in, we sit down, and we talk. But only about William. Or around him. Nothing personal. Nothing too close.
But my eyes, they still betray me. No matter how much I try to control it, I find mys
