ANASTASIA’S POV

The sound of my tea cup clinking against the ceramic saucer echoed softly in the dining room as I set it down.

I stirred my tea absent-mindedly, my mind replaying yesterday’s events—or rather, the absence of Nolan. He didn’t come home to change for the event he attended, and when he finally did return, it was well past two in the morning.

I had been awake, waiting, but when I heard the front door open and close, I’d turned onto my side and pretended to be asleep.

The mattress dipped slightly when he got into bed, and even in the darkness, I could feel his warmth behind me,...