Ryan’s POV
Ryan did not return to the room until much later that night. The house was silent, the kind of silence that echoed in your ears and made every small sound, every breath, every heartbeat, feel too loud.
He pushed open the bedroom door quietly and found Eve fast asleep, her hand resting protectively over her belly. The sight made something inside him twist painfully. Her face was turned toward the window, bathed in the pale light spilling through the curtains. She looked fragile. Peaceful, but also… distant.
He stood there for a long moment, staring. How many nights had he come home to find her like this before she left? Silent. Guarded. Small beneath his shadow. And still, he’d done nothing then, hadn’t spoken, hadn’t touched her, hadn’t even asked if she was okay. He had turn
