IRIS
I didn't sleep. I just stared at the ceiling and thought about all the things Ronan wasn't telling me. The dress was still on the floor where I had stepped out of it. My plan had failed.
The next morning, things between us were tense. I came downstairs to find Ronan already in the kitchen, with Lily, wearing his patrol clothes, boots already laced. He looked up when I walked in. His eyes met mine for a second before he looked away. There was no good morning. No kiss. No nothing.
Lily was at the table, eating cereal. She looked between us, her small brow furrowed. "Papa," she called. "Why aren't you talking to Mama Iris?" Ronan sighed before he responded. "We're talking."
"No you're not." Lily replied, looking between us. For a pup, she was pretty perceptive.
"We're fine, Lily.
