Felix had most of the night awake; trying to get rid of his anxiety by walking inside the guest bedroom, as his mind was continuously being bombarded by conflicting thoughts.
He was stuck in a dilemma, between doing what he knew was right and the fear of what the consequences might be.
He couldn’t just ignore the blatant display of disrespect and dishonesty that he had witnessed last night, his conscience wouldn't allow him to rest while something like this was happening to someone– anyone in this world.
He couldn't even discuss it with Arabella, although he had arrived home with his mind made up to do exactly that.
But she had already fallen asleep by the time he came home to a quiet house. And judging by the orange prescription bottle of sleeping pills placed on the bedside drawer
