Katelyn’s POV

Lucas’s voice was full of innocence when he asked it. “Mom, do you like Dad?”

He tilted his head slightly, grinning, waiting for me to answer like it was just another silly game of Truth or Dare.

But it wasn’t silly. Not to me. Not to Ethan, either.

Because I saw the shift in Ethan’s expression.

His hands paused, cake knife still in one, the frosting mid-slice. His whole body stilled, and so did the room.

That question hit me like a sharp crack against glass, ...