Eleanor’s POV
With the way Chase was acting, I was starting to feel like I should have stayed with Sophie longer and begged for lessons that showed wives what to do when their husbands looked this depressed.
Ever since my mother died, Chase stayed with me and slept in my room, but tonight things were different. It felt like he was here only physically, but mentally he was stuck on some deserted island.
Chase sat at the edge of his bed, his head resting comfortably against his fingers he knit together. Worry lines sat prominently on his forehead and his blue eyes appeared bland like he had seen a ghost or something.
Unsure of how to get through to him or make him open up, I placed a hand on his shoulder. Looking at him closely to see if I had garnered any reaction from him, I saw that t
