Ignoring them both, I dragged my suitcase out, each step heavier than the last. But Caspian wasn’t done with me. He rushed forward and grabbed my hand, his frustration palpable. "It’s the middle of the night, Claire. You really think this is necessary? Missing a trip to the ocean—Kylo can wait. Why are you crying over something so trivial?"
His words were like knives twisting in my heart. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t. He saw my swollen eyes and finally, a flicker of pity crossed his gaze. "Let me clear my schedule next month, and I’ll take Kylo then, okay?"
Next month? How ridiculous. What next month did Kylo have? If only he cared enough about our son, he wouldn’t be saying such foolish things.
I pulled my hand away, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury. "No need!"
At that moment, Caspian stared at his empty palm, stunned. He had never expected the woman who once clung to him, who had once loved him so desperately, would now avoid him as if he were a plague. He snapped back to reality and tried to follow, but Ophelia, always the center of his universe, grabbed his arm.