AUSTIN’S POV
The diffuser's scent hit me as I entered the house. Home. My sanctuary.
I closed the door and undid my tie, rubbing my neck. Work was all meetings, damage control and phone calls I didn’t want to answer. I was eager to get back to Zoe. To hold her hand and calm her fears.
“Jamie?” My voice echoed down the hall.
His little footsteps came bounding from the den. “Hi Daddy!”
I smiled and gave him a hug. “Hey champ. Where’s Mummy?”
He looked up and shrugged. “She is in her room.”
I ruffled his hair and stood up. “Alright, thanks bud.”
I went up to see how she was doing. Maybe she was sleeping. Maybe she was reading again. She'd been so quiet. I saw it as part of healing. Confusion, tiredness, emotional exhaustion. But sometimes when I looked at her, I saw something else th
