Chadwick's POV
The mahogany desk felt like the only solid thing in the room. I leaned against it, my knuckles white, staring at Sarah. She looked smaller than usual, huddled in that oversized armchair, her perfect hair finally starting to fray at the edges. The silence between us wasn't just quiet it was heavy, like the air before a terminal storm.
"An orphanage," I repeated. The word tasted like dust. "two months of marriage, Sarah. Almost a year of dating, and you never mentioned this to me?"
Sarah flinched. She didn't look up. Her fingers were twisting a damp tissue into a shredded mess. "I had been married for ten years before I met you, Silas. Ten years of doctors, of tests, of being told my body was a failure. I was desperate. When my first husband and I saw him... he was two. He
