Aidan sat on the edge of the bed, watching Maisie sleep. Her tear-streaked face had finally softened, her breathing steady and deep. She looked peaceful now, her chest rising and falling rhythmically under the covers. He should have felt relieved, but he couldn’t. Not with the weight pressing down on him.
He sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Tonight had been a whirlwind—a nightmare, really. He’d held Maisie in his arms for what felt like hours, letting her cry out the betrayal she’d uncovered. The raw pain in her voice as she explained what she’d seen and heard haunted him.
Now, the house was silent except for the occasional creak of the old wood floors and the hum of the night outside. Aidan couldn’t sleep. His mind was too restless, churning with thoughts of W
