Beatrix got up from her bed when she heard the knock on her door.
Rhys had left to go and attend to some business and Damien wasn't around so she was left alone.
She couldn't even pay attention to the book
As she sat alone in her room, Beatrix couldn't help but feel the emptiness that had settled in her chest.
Even though it's been only three days since Damien had left, she missed him terribly, and each day felt like a heavy weight that she had to bear alone.
She missed his laugh, his smile, the way he would hold her close and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. She missed the way he made her feel loved and cherished, and the thought of not being able to see him for who knows how long was almost too much to bear.
Rhys too had been busy with whatever he was doing. He wouldn't tell her. He just left early in the morning and came back late.
He had hired someone to cook for her since he couldn't cook either.
