Chapter 99: Pieces That Needs Fixing
As the morning light streamed through the curtains, Diane stirred, her body ached from last night's mess.
For a moment, she forgot where she was, the past twenty-four hours blurred between nightmare and reality.
Then she felt the warmth beside her.
Arthur was next to her.
He was curled against her, his body tucked tightly into her side, his fingers clung to the fabric of her shirt.
Even in sleep, his hold onto her was desperate—like he was afraid she'd disappear.
Diane swallowed the lump in her throat and ran a gentle hand over his back.
He was safe. He was here.
But he wasn't okay.
She could still hear his sobs from the night before, the way he was shaken.
He hadn't spoken a word. Not even now.
Her heart clenched painfully.
Arthur had already lost so much.
Carefully, she shifted, brushing a strand of hair from his face.
His breathing was steady, but his brows were furrowed, even in sleep.
