Silas’s Pov

I ran my hand through her hair as she rest on my chest.

This was how it ought to have been.

She with me and not that prick of a husband.

I could treat her better than he can and I needed to make this moment last.

She raised her head and turned to look at me so intensely—I thought she’d seen through me. But, I was wrong because all she did was to laugh to my surprise.

Again, was I being funny?

I was never known to be funny and I loved it that way—keeps the mystery brewing but ...