“Welcome back, Vincent! Jeopardy just started!” Matilda called from the living room, having recorded his favorite show. She smiled, eager to share the moment, but the expression on his face was unsettling. She felt a flicker of concern as he hesitated in the doorway.
“Is something wrong?” Matilda asked, moving closer, her smile fading. Vincent’s eyes, usually so warm, were distant, clouded with an emotion she couldn’t place. He seemed to gather himself before finally speaking, choosing his words carefully, as if he were crafting a delicate confession.