Chapter 218

The sirens brought him early the following day when the kids were still asleep and watched the window because my insomnia had come knocking again.

When he climbed out of the car, He looked weary and hurt and had his arm in a cast, his jacket around his shoulder; being walked on both sides, I could see the discomfort on his face.

Guess he also wasn't comfortable with the life he told me to be satisfied with.

And I wasn't sure if I was excited to see him back or just satisfied he was alive; I hurried down the stairs before maintaining simple steps when he was close.

He was alone with Noah, who was hovering around, offering help that was refused over and over again.

When his eyes met mine at the top of the stairs, he stopped, making me rub my arms in anxiety.

All traces of weariness left my face when his lips turned up in amusement, "I don't want to believe you came down for me?"

All of my concerns went down the drain; he had that lo