ROBERT POV
We stood in the snow and said nothing.
There were no words big enough to hold what she was feeling. No comfort deep enough to soften the kind of truth her father had just laid bare.
So we just stood there. Letting her cry. Letting all her frustration and heartbreak pour through the bond, through the sound of her breath breaking in pieces. Through the tremble in her hands as Rett and I kept holding on.
“My love,” I said quietly, rubbing slow circles into her back, “it’s late. Why don’t we go home? To our bed? Just rest a bit?”
She didn’t answer at first. Just sniffled, pushing a tear-soaked curl behind her ear, eyes still glassy with disbelief.
“How can you still look at me?” she whispered, voice cracked and raw.
And f**k, that broke me.
Before I could even speak, Rett le
