ISABELLA
The hotel suite was quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of the curtains against the open terrace door. I sat on the floor, my back resting against the plush couch, knees drawn up slightly as I absentmindedly traced patterns on the thick rug beneath me. The soft glow of the city lights outside cast a dim illumination across the room, making everything feel hazy—or maybe that was just the exhaustion settling into my bones.
Christian had put Nova to sleep a while ago. I had expected him to stay in the nursery longer, maybe fall asleep beside our son like he sometimes did, but I wasn’t entirely surprised when he came back into the room.
He was carrying two cans of beer.
I lifted my gaze as he walked toward me, his footsteps
