Alyssa POV
Dahlia was mute. She refused to speak once she was settled at the house. She turned her face away, tightening her lips as I tried to suggest she eat, her face obstinate. I had hoped coming home might uplift her spirits some more, but it appeared to have the opposite reaction. As I left her room, she was sleeping, curled up in a fetal position, her eyes red and puffy from crying, dark circles beneath her eyes and her complexion pale. I sighed, feeling helpless, even though Theodore had been optimistic that with time, Dahlia would recover and even move on from her loss. I doubted it would be as easy as he was making it out to be.
The knock on the front door surprised me. I glanced around and then shrugged, opening it myself. To my shock, my husband, soon-to-be ex-husband, Xavie
