Today was the day of the court hearing.
The soft rays of morning light peeked through the translucent curtains, casting a golden hue across the quiet bedroom. However, for Aneira, morning had come with no sleep. She had spent the entire night tossing and turning, unable to keep her thoughts from spiraling. Every creak of the bed, every rustle of the sheets, every sigh she let out, Jaxton noticed and each time, without complaint, he had reached for her, pulling her into his arms, running his fingers gently through her hair, saying things she couldn't quite remember. He brought her water, rubbed her back, whispered promises into her ear… but nothing could calm the storm building up in her chest.
It wasn't until around 4:00 a.m. that she felt so tired, and she drifted off in his arms, clinging tightly like a child afraid of being left alone.
Now, as she stood in front of the mirror, the day felt more real than ever.
