AVA’S POV

The way he changed wasn’t loud, It wasn’t the kind of change that slams a door in your face and shouts, “I’m different now!”

No. Nicholas’s change was slow, like how daylight fades into dusk before you even realise the sun has set.

It started with his eyes.

They used to find me easily, as though they belonged there, as though looking at me was something they couldn’t help but do.

Now, they looked past me like I was another piece of furniture in the room. Politely, ...