Nothing. Not even a flutter.
So this is what letting go feels like.
Over the following days, guilt seemed to gnaw at her. She brought me gifts every few days, undeterred by my indifference, rambling about the wonderful life we'd have together.
Then she brought up the baby's one-month celebration, and her tone turned careful.
"Noel will never be able to acknowledge his own child. So I was thinking... while the baby's still too young to understand, he could attend the celebration openly. As the father."
She paused. "It would give him closure. Don't you think?"
I didn't stop what I was doing. Didn't even look up.
"I told you—do what you want. It's not my child. None of this has anything to do with me."
Her breath caught. Red crept into her eyes, fury simmering beneath. She snatched the offerings I'd prepared for John's memorial.
"Why have you been like this lately? Do you even understand what it means if he attends? It means you're accepting him as a son-in-law of the Jenner family. You never would have allowed that before."
I paused, glancing at her with mild disinterest.