85|Vulnerable

~Rylee~

There was a heavy feeling in my chest when I opened my eyes the next day. I knew in my gut that something was not right.

I was alone in our bed, and an eerie sense floated in the air.

Getting up from the bed, I pushed aside the throbbing sensation in my head and body. I grabbed the bottle of pain reliever on the bedside table, downing two, hoping to find some relief for this pain. A knock on the door echoed as I reached for my phone, expecting to know where Klaus was.

“It’s open,” I announced. Markus opened the door, a somber look on his face.

“Dad…” I stood, wincing at the sudden pinch of pain in my left side.

Vicente appeared behind him, a tender smile on his face.

“You…”

“Why does he get ‘Dad’ and I get a stone cold ‘you?’” he asked, skirting past Markus, inviting himself inside our bedroom.

“Is something wrong?” I ignored Vicente’s comment or his snooping on pictures of Klaus and me that hang on the wall.

Markus was supposed to be in New York, polishing up the family busin