Theo sighed, his gaze lingering on Daisy's face as she slept, her brows still drawn tight even in dreams. She looked restless, fragile, as though the weight of the day had followed her into slumber.
They weren't supposed to be discharged from the hospital yet. The doctors had wanted her to stay, to rest under their watchful eyes. But Daisy had refused, her voice quiet but unyielding. 'I couldn't stay here any longer,' she'd said, clutching his sleeve until he relented.
Now, back in the quiet of their home, Theo sat at the edge of the bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his chest heavy with a mix of worry and anger he couldn't put into words.
A soft knock broke the silence. Theo stiffened, his eyes darting to the door as Daisy stirred faintly in her sleep.
"Sir," the maid's voice came through, careful and subdued, "the Master has arrived. He's waiting in the living room."
