Lydia’s POV
Three days after I walked in on him and Vivienne, I saw him again in the corridor near the surgical wing, and neither of us knew what to do or say when we did.
He stopped the moment he saw me, and for a second, I barely recognized the man standing in front of me. He looked thinner somehow, despite the fact that only three days had passed.
Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his eyes, and there was a tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there before, as though he were constantly bracing against something only he could feel.
“Lydia.”
The way he said my name made something twist painfully in my chest. There was something almost pleading in his expression, something that made me want to stop and ask him what had happened, but I couldn't.
“Don’t,” I said quietly, step
