Adina’s POV

Nathan had been different ever since that day, quieter, gentler, almost too careful around me. Every smile he gave felt weighed down by something he couldn’t say, every touch filled with a sorrow he tried to hide. He was trying. I knew that.

But I could see it in his eyes, the shadow that lingered behind his calm, the tremor in his hands whenever he thought I wasn’t watching.

He spent almost every hour at my side now, keeping me company, distracting me with conversation, ...