Dylan sat on the bed, burying his face at the nape of Heaven’s neck. Her arms tightened around him, then his encircled hers. She’d been crying since he walked through the door. Even before then, judging her puffy eyes and red nose.
She hadn’t spoken a word other than his name. Her energy made up for the silence. Her soul tugged his, seeking solace from the pain torturing it—a nameless pain with an unknown cause.
He wanted to ask her what happened. With each breath, he waited for her sobs to cease. When they did, he leaned away to face her.
“What did your dad say?”
Her lip trembled. “He knows about our engagement, Dylan. He saw the paper, and he doesn’t approve.”
There had to be more to this. She wouldn’t faint just because her dad disapproved of their engagement.
“You passed out, Hea
