|Theodore|
I guided Carmella inside our bedroom. The soft click of the door closing behind us felt like a fragile barrier against the chaos of the day. The world outside was a storm, and this room was our only sanctuary.
I turned my gaze to Carmella, her figure bathed in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. She looked pale, almost ghostly, as though the weight of the day had drained the very essence from her. Her disoriented expression only deepened my concern.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself before gently guiding her toward the edge of the bed.
“Sit,” I said softly. She obeyed without hesitation, her movements slow and uncertain, the thick cloth still draped over her shoulders like a shield against the world.
Once she settled on the bed, I knelt before her, my eyes scanning he
