Reed
The moment we stepped into the room, Wendy's eyes instantly snapped toward us.
She was sitting up in bed, swallowed by the oversized cream cashmere, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. But it was the aching hope in her eyes that hit me perfectly in the chest.
It was a look she hadn't directed at William in years.
The old Wendy… the woman who had deeply resented me for trapping her in a marriage she never wanted had unfortunately let that resentment bleed into her relationship with our son. She had been devastatingly distant to William that broke my heart every single time I had to comfort him afterward.
William hid behind my leg, twisting his fingers on the fabric of my trousers. He was used to her coldness. He was used to keeping his distance so he wouldn't bot
