Third Person POV
The question continued echoing inside his head.
Who is going to understand me, Harrison?
Simple.
Quiet.
Yet devastating.
Because throughout their marriage, he had asked Raina to understand him countless times.
Understand his responsibilities.
Understand his position.
Understand his pressure.
Understand Sophie.
Understand his grandmother.
Understand his decisions.
Understand his sacrifices.
Understand everything.
But when had he ever stopped and asked himself what Raina needed?
When had he ever tried to understand her?
The realization struck harder than Xavier’s punch.
For several moments, nobody spoke.
The night breeze drifted through the garden.
Wedding music floated faintly from the ballroom.
Life continued.
But Harrison felt strangely frozen.
Rain
