|Carmella|
I watched Theodore’s expression in peace. His breathing was slow and rhythmic, the sound of it filled the quiet space of our room. Watching him like this, deeply asleep and unburdened, tugged at something in me I couldn’t quite name. His features, softened in slumber, contrasted the strain he carried during his waking hours. The furrow in his brow, so often etched there by worry, was gone now, leaving only a serene calmness that made my chest ache.
I felt the familiar pang of guilt rise within me. I was the cause of so much of that tension--the sleepless nights, the constant edge in his voice, the shadows under his eyes. He never said it outright, but I could see it.
I could feel it.
The weight of my disappearance and the confusion that followed rested squarely on his shou
