Elodie's POV~
Since Liora was mostly fine now, I probably didn't need to stay the night.
The thought should've brought relief, but instead it just felt empty.
The porridge was still simmering downstairs. I sat in Liora's room for a little longer, watching her sleep, before I finally forced myself to leave.
When I got to the kitchen, Sabina was already there, standing by the stove. "I'll watch the pot, Luna. You must be exhausted. Please, sit down and rest."
I nodded and walked out into the hallway.
That's when I saw him.
Dante was sitting in the living room, newspaper in hand, looking completely at ease. Like this was just another normal evening. Like nothing was wrong.
He glanced up when he heard my footsteps. Our eyes met for a brief second.
Then he went right back to his paper.
