"Lay him there," Nolan said softly before Adrian slowly rested the sleeping young man on the bed.
Charles barely stirred as he was placed down. His breathing was slow and uneven, the faint traces of dried tears still clinging to his lashes. The exhaustion had finally claimed him after the storm of emotions he had endured.
Back in the garden, while weeping, he had fallen asleep in Elana's arms.
The garden had been quiet then, the evening wind rustling faintly through the leaves while Charles clung to her like a child who had lost his way. His grip on her clothes had slowly loosened as fatigue overtook him, his sobs fading into shallow breaths until sleep finally took him.
Elana needed to use the restroom, so she asked whether Adrian could bring him to his room. Upon entering the house, Nolan had found them in the hallway and directed Adrian to the room.
