KATHERINE’S POV My lips still tingled. I pressed them together, as though I could erase the sensation, erase the memory of Alex’s mouth on mine, but it clung stubbornly like the echo of a dream. By the time I re-entered the kitchen, I had already schooled my expression into something neutral, something that would not betray the storm inside me. But Susan’s eyes caught mine, and for a fleeting second, I knew. She had seen. Her gaze was too sharp, too observant, hovering on me longer than necessary. She didn’t say a word, bless her, but the silence between us felt heavier than anything Alex had left behind when he walked out the door. She was always at the scene…just like how she saw me running out of Alex's room the day she got married. Franklin, of course, knew nothing. He sat at the table swinging his legs, humming under his breath while fiddling with one of his toy cars. His innocence cut through the tension, a reminder of why I had to keep myself steady. “Back already?” Susa
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