Despite the carefree tone of Damien’s laughter, Chloe detected the apprehension he was attempting to mask. She thought she could not bear it much longer; the prospect of remaining in hiding while her husband could die at any moment seemed absurd. What would be the point of living if she alone survived?
She felt a tug on her dress as she wrestled with such thoughts. In the gloom of their hiding spot, where only the faintest sliver of light crept in, Chloe’s gaze met Sofie’s. As she saw the fear and anxiety swirling in the child’s blue eyes, she steeled her wavering resolve, clenching her fists tightly until her short nails dug into her palms. She had no option but to place her trust in her husband; he was risking his life to protect hers and Sofie’s, and she could not let his efforts be in vain.
Stay strong, Chloe. Looking at Sofie, she thought she could almost hear his voice resonating in the depths of those blue eyes that reminded her so much of Damien’s.
