Rena stood before him, caught off guard by his tone.

After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper.

“I spent the evening cooking a feast.

Since you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs.

Waylen’s features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate.

His gaze Locked onto her, his words gravelly.

“Promise me you won’t wander these next two days.

With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.

He knew he needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the mounting tension.

Yet, as he settled into the dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his nerves were in vain.

days if he

Waylen was smoking quietly.

in

in this dream,

the life they had created, their third child, a

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the ashtray overflowing

uncertainty was nearly

of solace, the door creaked, and Rena

herself into Waylen’s embrace, the soft Light casting

him, Waylen felt the tension slowly

waist, and she inquired with

“Waylen, what’s troubling you?”

her neglected state, Rena embodied an innocent vulnerability

was quiet yet

done

Initially preoccupied, Waylen’s attention shifted as Rena melted into his embrace, her delicate frame a

fingers brushed against the slender strap of her silk nightgown, a contrast to

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with a husky rasp, his fingers

her gaze, her lips capturing his chin in

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