Ex-Husband's Regret
Not even the drama that’s always seemed attached to Nova’s name.
Noah immediately sits up straighter. “Language.”
“I don’t care!” Nova snaps, throwing her bag onto the floor so aggressively that Val, who’s sprawled upside down on the armchair doing homework, blinks at her in alarm.
At ten years old, Val is still smaller than most children her age, her body slower to catch up after everything, but her sharp grey eyes miss absolutely nothing.
“It can’t be that bad,” I say pausing my task and focusing on her.