~CELINE'S POV~

I force myself to walk away. To pretend like Hunter's question didn't shake me. To pretend like I didn't feel like the floor had been ripped out from under me.

The kitchen is too quiet, my thoughts too loud as I gather ingredients to make him something to eat. My hands tremble slightly as I reach for the cutting board. I tell myself it's just from exhaustion, but I know better.

Why does he care?

Why is he asking these things?

I clutch the knife tighter, pressing my lips ...