Nicole POV
Breakfast felt like a blur, the clinking of spoons and forks on the ceramic plates and the sound of the children’s chatter barely registered in my mind as I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest. My hand shook as I reached for my water glass. I took a sip to steady my nerves.
I glanced across the table at Nathan, my eyes searching his face for any hint of the same tension I was feeling. But of course, he was calm—unnervingly calm.
He sat at the head of the table, relaxed as ever, slicing his steak with the same care and ease he did everything else. How could he be so composed when we were about to drop a bombshell on the kids? My heart squeezed. The kids.
Mia was showing off the new bracelet she’d made, her little hands moving animatedly as she spoke. Danny was more focu
