Storms

Mind racing with scattered memories and gluing them back together he tried to comprehend the turn of events that happened to him since the day he met her.

He's changing and it's frustrating. Irrational. Absolutely ridiculous.

As soon as Kevin entered his mansion following a five-day business tour, all heads bowed in unison. It's midnight.

"Would you like to eat dinner, Sir?" Amanda asked politely as she hurried forward to take his coat, but he refused.

"Has she eaten dinner?" Kevin asked, his gaze drawn to the closed door of her room, only to find it besieged with darkness. She must be sleeping.

"Yes, Sir!" Amanda responded, unsurprised by his concern for her.

It's now become a habit. He always asks her about Emma.

Kevin hummed and returned his gaze to the closed door. Even though he had returned earlier for Emma, just to see her, feel her, and hold her in his arms, Kevin made his way to his study room, wanting to banish her thoughts that had been troubling him. He was thinking a