Chapter 206

Annabelle

Fourteen days of smiles that don't quite reach his eyes. Fourteen nights of lying awake, replaying that hot as fuck couch make out session over and over in my mind until I've memorized every millisecond of it.

"Hand me the blue crayon, please," Ashlynn says, her little fingers reaching across the table. Her artwork, what she proudly calls a butterfly, is a kaleidoscope of colors that don't stay within any lines.

"Here you go, sweetie." I pass her the crayon, watching as she grips it in her tiny fist, her tongue poking out in concentration. These moments with her are my sanctuary now, the only times when I'm not acutely aware of the awkwardness hanging between Nolan and me.

We've been dancing around each other since that night. Polite conversation at breakfast. Brief updates about Ashlynn before he leaves for work. Texts instead of calls when he's running late. The distance grows with each passing day, and I feel him slipping away.