Chapter 94

• RAYMOND
• “Elle…” I said softly, stepping into the room, afraid any sudden movement would startle her, or worse, push her further into whatever fragile space she was clinging to.
• She didn’t look up. Her entire focus was on the tiny bundle in her arms, her hand gently tracing the baby’s cheek. The child squirmed, releasing a faint, sleepy sigh, and Elle smiled. It was small and broken, but real. It was the first genuine smile I had seen on her face since the day she gave birth.