Abigail opened her eyes and was met with the high ceiling and polished trim of a room she knew too well. For a moment she thought it was a dream until the faint hum of the city beyond the window reminded her.
They were finally back. Back in the Montclair estate. Back in his world.
Her hand brushed the sheets beside her, and the memory of how she had gotten here hit in fragments. She must have fallen asleep in the car. He must have carried her inside and laid her down himself.
Her lips twisted faintly.
Fragile. Breakable. Fool. That’s all she had ever been in his arms.
She sat up slowly and the weight of her body pressed into the mattress until her feet touched the floor. Her gaze fell on the polished boards at her toes as the morning light cut across them like sharp lines of truth th
