Caroline's pov
"Peter."
My voice sliced through Cerene’s sobs. It wasn’t loud, but it carried enough weight to thicken the air around us.
"Are you seriously going to leave me standing here after everything you just did?"
For one brief second, I thought he might look at me.
He didn’t.
His entire focus stayed locked on Cerene. His hands rested on her shoulders as if she were made of fragile glass. He helped her stand with slow, careful movements, brushing dust from her dress while whispering words too soft for me to catch. Cerene leaned into him heavily, still crying about the baby, and Peter held her with a tenderness he had never shown me in all our years of marriage.
I stood a few feet away, completely forgotten.
The night breeze slipped under my thin black dress, raising goosebu
