Hugo paused in his steps.
He watched as Sarah approached him with a gentle smile on her face.
For a brief moment, that familiar smile left him slightly dazed.
It felt like they had returned to a time before the fights and all that had happened.
She was once again the gentle wife, patiently waiting for his return.
Sarah stood before Hugo, her eyes curved with a warm smile.
She raised her hand to adjust his tie. "Your tie is a bit crooked."
Her fingers worked with measured precision at his collar, a perfect excuse to avoid the storm gathering in his eyes.
"Sarah, what are you scheming this time?"
Hugo's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with wariness and caution.
He found Sarah increasingly incomprehensible.
Sarah had become an enigma to him, her moods shifting with the capriciousne
