Felicia's POV

The moment the theatre doors sealed shut behind her, Felicia felt the air shift.

Damian’s voice still echoed in her ears, that single word he had given her when she was updating him about Vanessa's labour.

“Alright.”

Not “Thank you.”

Not “Please take care of her.”

Not “Let me know the moment she’s stable.”

Just that one clipped syllable, emotionless and flat.

If Felicia had been a different woman, softer, more naïve, she might have taken offense.

But ...