Soren's Pov
When I got back from my shower, the guest room was quiet. Catherine and Esme were already asleep. Catherine was lying on her side, one arm curled protectively around Esme, who was sprawled out on her back. One of Esme's chubby legs was flung up on the pillow Catherine had used as a makeshift barrier to keep her from rolling off the bed. They were both breathing softly, the rise and fall of their chests in sync.
I haven't seen Catherine sleep in years. I had always enjoyed the sight of it, back when things were different. I loved how her hair would be all ruffled up after a wild night, her lips swollen and parted slightly as she breathed gently. I especially loved how her eyes would squint up at me when she first woke, soft and confused before the day's sharpness returned. I'd give anything to be back in that bed with them right now, to feel that simple warmth again. But I know better. I've already ruined that chance, at least for now.
