chapter Ninety-four

I woke up to a heavy silence that lingered in our home, a stark contrast to the usual bustling mornings. Killian decided to stay home today, immersed in the chaos of his work and the aftermath of the incident that shook us yesterday. It was sweet he wanted to do this for me. The air in our kitchen felt dense, devoid of the usual aroma of brewing coffee and the sizzle of breakfast. As I stepped into the room, my eyes met Killian's tired gaze. Dark circles clung to his eyes like shadows, revealing the sleepless night he must have endured. He was already engrossed in his laptop, fingers dancing on the keyboard with a sense of urgency. Concern etched across my face, I approached him. "Killian, you need to eat something," I urged gently, my voice a soft plea. His lack of response spoke volumes about the weight he carried on his shoulders. The work stress and the clients slipping away like sand through his fingers had consumed him entirely. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I re