Chapter 291. After the Storm

Carter, who has been watching her from the kitchen doorway, finally steps into the room. His presence is reassuring, solid.

He’s always been a pillar of support, someone she can count on when everything else seems to be crumbling.

He moves quietly, as if not to disturb the fragile peace she’s found in the soup, and sits across from her at the table.

“The kids are asleep,” he says softly, his voice a soothing murmur that blends seamlessly with the warmth of the room. “You’ve got some time to yourself now. No need to rush anything.”

She nods, grateful for the quiet moment. It’s been a long day—too long—and the thought of a few hours of solitude is almost too good to be true. She leans back in her chair, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle into her bones.

“I’m going to take a bath,” she says after a while, her voice thick with fatigue.

Carter smiles gently. “Go ahead. I’ll just clear the table before you return.”

She pushes herself up from