Elena’s POVThe house was drowned in an agonizing, heavy silence.Upstairs, the doors to the children's rooms were shut tight, but I could feel the anxious energy thrumming through the floorboards. Downstairs, Nathan sat alone at the kitchen counter, his head resting in his hands, staring blankly at a cold cup of tea. His shoulders were bowed and his shoulders slump.I walked over softly, placing my hands on his shoulders and pressing my forehead against the side of his face."Nathan," I whispered, gently running my fingers through his dark hair. "Look at me, my love."Nathan let out a long, ragged exhale, turning in his chair and pulling me into his lap, burying his face into the crook of my neck. His broad arms wrapped around my waist with a desperate, trembling intensity."I broke him, Elena," Nathan choked out, his voice was hoarse and raw with heartbreak. "I spent years protecting him from the world, and in one night, I shattered the only foundation he had. He looks at me like I’
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