That night, Julius tossed and turned restlessly beneath the blankets. Beside him, Lyra slept soundly, her breathing gentle and peaceful, completely unaware of the storm raging inside his mind.
Normally, simply looking at her sleeping face would have been enough to calm him, yet tonight it brought him no comfort at all.
The strange discomfort that had been haunting him since earlier refused to disappear.
It lingered deep within his heart, impossible to ignore and equally impossible to explain. Everything around him was exactly as it should be.
He had a peaceful home, a loving wife, and soon they would welcome their child into the world.
This was the life he had always wanted... wasn't it?
Then why did it all feel so strangely incomplete? Why did his heart refuse to settle no matter how much he tried to convince himself that everything was fine?
