Michael's POV
"Let me be, Zoey." I hadn't meant for my voice to go up, but it did, and I didn't regret it.
I looked away from her, and my gaze flickered to the entrance of the hall, where Alaina had just entered. It was as though the air shifted, becoming heavier, suffocating me. The kind that makes the breath hitch in your throat, leaves your chest tight.
I didn't know if I should have acknowledged her or looked away. I didn't know what the right thing was, but I decided to look, to take in all of her beauty. Alaina had a thing with making a statement with her presence, even with her heavily pregnant. I could hear Zoey's voice, still speaking, still trying to fill the air with her words. "Your wife is here," she said softly, her eyes no longer searching for me but taking hold of Alaina.
