Cole's POV

I stood in the kitchen, trying to get breakfast ready, my stomach growled in hunger. From not eating last night.

I let my thoughts wander and cracked another egg, spilling it into the bowl. Since last night, Amelia hadn't said anything to me. Had failed to acknowledge me at all.

As if I were nothing. As if I were nonexistent. I clenched my jaw and gripped the whisk tighter trying to push the thought from my mind.

But it refused to go

I slammed the pan on the stove top, ...