I woke up to a heavy silence that lingered in our home, a stark contrast to the usual bustling mornings.

Killian decided to stay home today, immersed in the chaos of his work and the aftermath of the incident that shook us yesterday.

It was sweet he wanted to do this for me.

The air in our kitchen felt dense, devoid of the usual aroma of brewing coffee and the sizzle of breakfast.

As I stepped into the room, my eyes met Killian's tired gaze.

Dark circles clung ...