LAUREEN'S POV
"Tristan!" I called as Tristan walked out, leaving me in his office. He looked like he would break anytime.
"Tristan! Tristan!" I called as I followed him out of the study, into the sitting room and up the stairs to the master bedroom.
I kept reminding myself that I was pregnant each time I wanted to climb two stairs at a time to reach out to him and just as I had thought, he closed the door against me by the time i got to the door, just as i had thought he would.
"Tristan!" I called and knocked on the door.
I sighed, pressing my forehead against the closed door. "Tristan," I murmured, almost pleading now. But the only response was the soft, stifled sound of him breathing on the other side, like he was wrestling his emotions, trapped in the silence he’d built around hi
