Bella nodded, summoning her strength. “I understand.”
The room fell quiet once more, each of them lost in thought about the storm that was likely brewing.
As soon as they returned home, Bella carried Aria to the nursery and gently laid her down, her movements careful but distracted. Asher watched her closely, his sharp instincts picking up every nuance of her agitation. Her expression was distant, her movements robotic, and his concern mounted with each passing moment.
Once they were in their bedroom, Bella sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders hunched. Asher knelt before her, his hands resting on her knees. “Bells,” he said softly, his voice filled with concern. “What’s going on?”
Bella’s eyes flicked to his, wide and haunted. For a moment, it seemed like she might say something,
