_Kaelen’s POV_
I stood there for a moment and then I walked back to my study and sat down and told myself I was reading too much into things. Virella wasn’t even around to console me.
She had left early. She was upset about last night and she needed space and she had taken her bag and gone somewhere to clear her head. The cleared out wardrobe was probably just her taking things to the dry cleaner or moving things around the way she sometimes did when she was stressed.
I picked up my phone and called her.
It rang four times and then she picked up.
“Kaelen.” Her voice was normal. A little flat, the way it had been since the miscarriage, but normal.
“Where are you?” I said.
“I’m at my sister’s,” she said. “I needed a morning away. Is that alright?”
“The club,” I said
