Tobin glared but didn't deny her words. "I apologised, alright? That wasn't easy for me. Besides, you can't hold a grudge against me forever. You're my wife. We're supposed to live side by side."
Forever? It hadn't even been a full day. "Tobin, when was the last time you apologised to someone?" Celia asked. She genuinely wouldn't have been surprised if he said he'd never had to do it before.
He ignored the question, approaching the bed as if she were a monster ready to swipe him with her claws. He kept his gaze on her bandaged wrist. "How long do you have to have your arm bound like that?"
"About two months, I'm told." she shrugged her good shoulder. "After that, the physicians will be able to see if the bone healed straight or if the use of my hand is limited for the rest of my days."
Tobin winced at that, then looked down at the carpet. His feet shuffled in place.
Celia kept staring at him without a word.
