Kaelen POV
And so I had one of the most comfortable rests I have had all my life.
It was not even on a bed.
No.
I slept on my wife's chest. She wrapped her arms tight around me as I drifted off to sleep.
She had tossed my jacket, loosened my tie, and removed my shirt.
I felt very comfortable on top of her.
I did not want to wake up.
But the sun is rising. The light pours through the curtains. The events of last night – the shadow at the window, the open nursery – seem distant. Marco searched the grounds. Found nothing. No footprints. No sign of entry.
Maybe it was the wind.
Maybe it was nothing.
I want to believe that.
Naomi is still asleep. Her breathing is slow. Her hand rests on my back. Her heart beats under my ear.
I do not move.
I listen.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Steady.
