An awkward silence when we found ourselves alone in the kitchen.
A moment by the swimming pool when Jake asked about my yoga classes and seemed genuinely interested in everything I said.
Once, while I was preparing breakfast, he walked into the kitchen half asleep and nearly collided with me.
“Sorry, Aunt Sarah.”
He stepped back quickly, his cheeks coloring.
I laughed to make the moment less uncomfortable.
“It’s fine. You need to wake up before attacking people with your elbows.”
He smiled, but something about his expression lingered in my mind.
I told myself I was imagining things.
He was eighteen. He was adjusting to a new home and preparing for college. Of course he might be awkward around his uncle’s wife.
There was no reason to make it into something else.
Besides, Tom trusted me completely.
And I loved my husband.
At least, that was what I continued telling myself.
