Suddenly, a sharp scream pierced the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of something shattering.
Raiden sprang into action, rushing out the door with Astrella hot on his heels.
He moved quickly, his tall frame shielding Norella as he gazed down at her tear-streaked face, his heart clenching painfully in his chest.
“Your hand is injured. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
“Daddy, I want to come too!” Reaghan jumped off the couch, his eyes wide with concern as he looked at Norella. “Auntie, I’ll blow on it for you. Mommy says it won’t hurt if I blow on it.”
As her words left her lips, both Reaghan and Norella turned to her, surprise flickering in their eyes.
Reaghan quickly dropped Norella’s hand, his cheeks turning a shade of red. “No need for a hospital. A band-aid will do.”
Raiden’s gaze shifted to her, sharp and expectant, silently demanding the first aid kit.
Once, a look like that would have sent her scrambling, her hands already reaching for the kit before he could show a hint of impatience.
But now? It didn’t matter. She didn’t care anymore.
“The kit’s in the second drawer of the TV cabinet,” she said, unmoving, her voice steady.