The sight in front of her eyes made Arwen pause in her steps, and she stopped.
She hasn't sensed wrong. Aiden was there, sitting in the living room, probably waiting for her. But he wasn't there alone.
Her eyes darted to look at the woman who sat next to him, with her one hand on the way to press again Aiden's forehead.
She didn't know who she was, but the way she was so comfortable in her house, she didn't look like someone unfamiliar with the place.
Who was she?
For some reason, the proximity she shared with her husband at that moment didn't settle well with her. She was about to interrupt her when a voice made her head turn.
"You are back?" Aiden asked, his lips curling up in a faint smile, just as it has always curled seeing her back home.
