Michael’s POV I stood at the sink, staring down at the plate in my hand as water ran over it, warm against my skin.Behind me, I could hear Ashley moving around the kitchen, gathering cutlery, stacking plates, her movements calm but purposeful.Nick was quieter, leaning against the counter at first, watching me.I could feel it without looking.“You’re going to scrub a hole through that plate,” he said finally.His voice was light, like he was trying to ease something that couldn’t be eased.“I might,” I muttered.Ashley let out a small breath that almost sounded like a laugh, but it didn’t quite reach that point.“Michael…” she said softly.I turned off the tap, set the plate aside then braced my hands against the edge of the sink, my head dropping slightly.Nick pushed himself off the counter.“What happened?” he asked, his tone shifting now into something serious.Ashley went still behind me and I exhaled slowly then turned to face them.“There’s something I didn’t tell you,” I sa
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