The sound of the door opening brought Axel back to his senses. He massaged his temples and sat back in his chair.
Caleb closed the door behind him and looked back at his brother-in-law.
He was worn down, and not just because of Wyatt. Caleb still wasn’t sure what had happened with Corrine. But from his own experience with Fiona’s accident when Cain died, he had a good idea.
Axel hadn’t reacted to the news.
When the siblings arrived at the hospital, Caleb had pulled them into the small break room. Ashleigh had begun with questions, asking what had happened, why he needed them to come… she had even brought up Wyatt, asking if he had heard from or seen him.
It had taken a sheer force of will on Caleb’s part to get the words out. To tell the love of his life that her father was dead. To confirm to her that yes, he was sure it was him. That there was no mistake, no doubt.
Wyatt was dead.
