Elizabeth POV
I pushed the door to the bedroom open, planning to throw myself onto the bed and let the weight of my father's words bleed out of me in silence.
The moment I stepped into my room, I knew I wasn’t alone.
The lamp beside my bed was on, casting a soft golden hue across the floor. My heart jumped, but only briefly—because I knew that presence. That silence and that stillness.
“Christian?” I asked quietly, not even needing an answer.
“Sunshine,” his deep voice called from the shadows. “You’re back.”
The sound of him was all it took.
The lump in my throat nearly choked me.
I didn’t say anything. I just moved toward him like gravity was pulling me, like every bruise on my soul knew where it would find comfort. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, his suit jacket off, his
