Ella's POV:

I'm lying in bed, embraced in a pair of arms that make the world seem to drift away and yet for the first time since I first fell into them, they seem to be failing to give me the peace that I so desperately crave.

It's coming up for the time that Thomas usually wakes up and I've spent a restless night trying to think up the best way to tell him.

Tristan has held me and comforted me as I silently shed tears, but he's not said more.

It's as if he knows ...