Claire's POV
Pushing open the door of the cabin, I saw Louis sitting by the fireplace with his back turned to me.
I took a deep breath and called out his name in as light-hearted a tone as possible. "I knew I'd find you here! Alfred asked me to bring your favorite sandwich and wine. Want to give it a try?"
Louis remained motionless, as if an invisible barrier separated us and my voice was completely shut out by this barrier.
Sighing, I cautiously entered the cabin and placed the carefully prepared food on the small table next to the fireplace. Then, I walked around the armchair and crouched down in front of Louis, placing my hand on his knee, warmed by the fire.
"Louis, please talk to me. Please," I pleaded.
My plea finally caused Louis to tear his gaze away from the flickering flame
