Vanessa’s POV
I stood by the window in Rowan’s office, staring out at the manicured gardens without really seeing them.
My hands were shaking. I clasped them together to make it stop.
Behind me, I heard Rowan dismiss the boys. The door closed with a soft click, leaving us alone in heavy silence.
“Vanessa.”
His voice was gentle. Too gentle. Like he was approaching a wounded animal.
I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. If I looked at him, if I saw judgment or disappointment in his eyes, I might break completely.
Warm hands settled on my waist, and then Rowan was behind me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on top of my head. The familiar comfort of his embrace made my throat tight.
“Talk to me,” he said quietly.
“I just want the best for her.” The words tumbled out. “She
