The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a shining lamp beside the bed. Shadows danced across the walls, flickering with the occasional movement of the wind outside the open window. Catherina sat at the edge of the king sized bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes fixed on Henry as she lay back, his head resting on the pillow. The weight of the silence between them was thick, and for once, it wasn't because of the usual tension. Tonight, something else lingered in the air, a quiet unease, an undercurrent of something more sinister.
Henry, ever the calm figure, hadn’t said much since returning home. His mind, Catherina knew, was still occupied with the chaos from earlier. Annie’s presence, the pregnancy, the fact that Catherina’s grip on Henry’s world seemed to be slipping, al
