It was early morning.
William was sitting on the bed, his back resting against the frame as he looked at the two people sleeping beside him. Nana had her head buried in Emma's bosom, and the silver-haired woman held her tenderly as they slept soundly.
Seeing their innocent faces, William let out a quiet sigh. How far could he go to protect these two? Even he did not know.
But when he thought about last night, his heart grew heavy. Something was weighing on his lover. He was certain of it.
Over time, it had become easier for William to read Emma. There had been a time when she seemed like a cold statue, not only to him but to everyone around her. Unchanging, untouched by whatever happened around her.
Now, though, he noticed everything. The faint flinch, the subtle twitch of her brow, the way she chewed on her lower lip. He could tell when she was hiding something. What unsettled him was that whatever she was dealing with now, she could not share it with him.
