Ethan didn’t expose her horrible attempt at lying. He called out to her from the side of the dining table. “Come and eat. Wash your hands first.”

Rays of light from the chandelier fell on him. Without his suit and tie, the wooly cashmere sweater added a domestic warmth to him. Even his elegant face was less cold than usual.

He was wearing the apron she got him three years ago. It almost looked like nothing had changed.

Olivia went toward him smiling and saw that the table was filled with the spicy food she used to like. If he paid attention to what Madam Burgess had been making for her recently, he would realize that her palate had changed.

He no longer took notice of her like he used to. They tried so hard to revert to the life they had, but that life was far behind them.

A lot of things ended silently, like his love. The answer to everything now was silence and distance.

Although her stomach couldn’t handle spicy or oily foods, she had hoped for a feast like this for two years. So,