Raellyn flinched when the door opened. Her head snapped toward the sound, and there he was. Her husband, framed in the doorway. She released a long, weary breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
“I knew you’d be waiting here,” Arnav said, his voice low and calm, though a hint of fatigue lingered in it. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, studying her. “I told you to go home with Jhon.”
Raellyn shook her head slowly, strands of hair brushing against her cheek. “I couldn’t. He… he looks completely shattered.”
Her words faltered at the edges. She wasn’t even sure what else to say. Sympathy swelled in her chest, heavy and aching. The image of Arsene’s hollow eyes clung to her, eyes that had lost more than just a child tonight. “I’ve seen him sad before,” she murmured, her vo
