His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 43

I sat in the quiet of that room, replaying the argument with Carlos over and over in my mind. The way he left-the frustration in his eyes, the sharpness of his words-made it feel like he wouldn't care about me anymore.

I wrapped my arms around myself, the silence of the room pressing down on me. Every word replayed like a broken record in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of loss.

Maybe I deserved this distance. Maybe I had ruined everything. But deep down, there was a small, stubborn part of me that still hoped. Hoped that Carlos hadn't completely turned away, that maybe, somehow, we could fix this.

But then anger I saw in him that day was enough to convince me that whatever connection we had was crumbling before my eyes. I had pushed too far, crossed too many lines, and now Carlos was gone. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe he would finally forget about me. "No," Tina, my wolf, interrupted, her voice echoing in my mind, soft yet insistent. "You're wrong."

I blinked, confused, as Tina continued, "Carlos isn't going to abandon you. His wolf won't let him

I frowned. "How can you be so sure? He was so angry-"

Tina's voice softened, but there was a quiet confidence in her tone. "His wolf is worried about you, Doris. I can feel it. He's not angry because he doesn't care. He's angry because he cares too much."

felt this kind of bond before. When I was with Nathan, we

like I could feel his emotions

connect in ways we don't fully understand. Maybe you and Carlos

I could say more, there was a knock at the door. My heart leapt, but I wasn't sure why. When I opened it, Carlos stood there, holding a tray

the room. Sunflowers. My favorite. I hadn't told him that, but somehow he knew. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I reached out to take them from him, the simple

I whispered,

a flicker of warmth behind his eyes. "I saw them in that picture of you and your son. There were sunflowers all

the bouquet to my chest, the weight of his words sinking in. He had noticed-more than I ever realized. The

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stirred again, this time offering

and for a brief moment, I felt it-his

placed a hand on my arm. "Everything will work out," he promised, his voice low and steady. "I'll make sure

nodded, still unable to speak. In that moment, surrounded by

Three Years Later