Ella’s POV
I felt Artemis freeze up in my hand for a second before relaxing. I really hoped I hadn’t pulled on a string by voicing out my realization. I was chiding myself for not even realizing soon enough that he was dealing with a disorder. It explained a lot of his behavior. The audio recordings during meetings as opposed to typed minutes, the constant re-calculation of budgets and balance sheets which I had mistaken for a business strength.
“We will get through this,” I looked in his eyes as I added this last part, “Together.”
Artemis sighed. He gently pulled out of my hold and took the avant-garde sofa in his bedroom. He buried his head in his hands and I crumpled at the first sight of a tremble in his shoulders.
“I’m okay,” he said when I knelt before him. “Just a little embar
