Faith
I sat on the plush sofa in the library, holding a mug of tea that had long gone cold. My mind was still reeling from the terrible scene in the conservatory. The sharp, hateful look in Eleanor Sutton’s eyes kept repeating in my head, along with the horrifying image of Nicholas’s parents trying to tear little Noah away from the only home he knew.
The heavy library doors clicked shut.
Nicholas walked into the room. He had taken off his dark suit jacket and unbuttoned his collar, his thick dark hair slightly disheveled. He looked completely exhausted, a profound, heavy shadow hanging over his handsome face.
He didn't sit in his usual leather armchair across from me. Instead, he stepped right up to where I was sitting, pacing a short line before stopping directly in front of me.
"Fai
