Alaric
The hallway felt considerably colder than the room we'd all just been ushered out of, the whole family standing in stunned, scattered silence, none of us quite sure what to do with the raw, unfinished weight of what Dorian had just confessed.
I found Marlowe leaning against the wall, arms wrapped tight around herself, and crossed to her without a word, simply offering my presence rather than any attempt at explanation neither of us actually had ready yet.
"I need to go home," she said finally, voice hoarse. "I can't process any more of this standing in a hospital hallway."
I agreed, and we rode home together in a silence that felt entirely different from the tense, unresolved quiet of our earlier fight — this one heavier, grief-soaked, both of us turning the same devastating rev
