Daphne’s POV
It had been three weeks since Grandfather passed away, yet Miles was still trapped in the depths of his grief. He barely left his room, shrouding himself in darkness, shutting out the world. I tried my best to make sure he ate, but every time, he either yelled at me or lashed out at the nurses who only wanted to help.
The weight of his responsibilities had fallen on me, and with what little knowledge I had, I did my best to keep the company afloat—with Reynold’s help. But no matter how much I tried, it felt like I was losing him. He wasn’t listening to anyone, and the fear of what might happen if he continued like this gnawed at me.
Standing outside his door, I took a shaky breath, steeling myself for what was to come. The heavy silence on the other side of the door made my
