Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
Vivian didn't open her eyes, but she gave a single, slow nod against the pillows.
Skye followed me out into the quiet hallway, closing the bedroom door halfway behind her. She stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, looking down at the floorboards before she finally raised her eyes to meet mine.
"Thank you, Sarah," Skye whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "For coming over. For not... making her feel like an enemy today. It meant a lot to her. Even if she'd rather die than say it out loud."
"We aren't at war anymore, Skye," I said quietly, offering her a small, supportive nod. "Get some rest yourself. You look like you need it."