(Esther’s Point of View)
Something had shifted in the air.
I sensed it immediately when Matthew entered, his gaze shadowed, a tautness in his jaw. I didn't need to inquire; Rebecca's presence had unsettled him, more than he would ever confess. It was evident in his stance, the way he carried himself, rigid, as if preparing for an unseen storm.
I remained by the window, gazing at the city below, attempting to quell the tempest within. What was happening to me?
What was going on with us?
I heard him shift, the quiet sound of his steps on the floor, and I knew he was right there. Too close. The distance between us was disappearing, and my heart raced. It wasn't fear, though. It was something else entirely.
Something far more intricate.
I turned, deliberately, our eyes locking, and the
