Kaelen POV
Initially, when Naomi walked into my office looking nervous, I could not actually decipher what might prompt her to walk in here with that look on her face.
Her being in my office was a very rare sight, as she always stuck to the bedroom or the kitchen. Never inside my office. It was a no‑go area for her.
It is almost like since the quarrel we had, she hated coming into my office.
But there she was, standing awkwardly in her sweater and sweatpants, her hands clasped in front of her. Her hair is messy. Her eyes are red. She has been crying.
My first thought is Sasha. The gate. The conversation I was not allowed to hear.
I stand up.
"Naomi? What happened? What did Sasha say?"
She does not answer. She just stands there, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"Naomi, please
