Chapter Twelve

Things are starting to settle. Everyone’s found their rhythm, and it feels like we’re finally moving forward.

I should be happy.

I think I am.

But sometimes happiness feels like something I’m rehearsing instead of feeling.

There’s this tension I can’t shake. I know he feels it. He has to. It’s in the way he sometimes looks at me… the way his voice shifts lower in the few words he offers.

He’s keeping his distance, and that’s fine with me.

It’s easier when he doesn’t look too closely.

P x

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