Perry's POV
I could feel something eating away at Phoebe, despite how hard she tried to hide her unease. The mate bond between us let me sense every flutter of distress rippling through her, like touching her very soul even when she built walls around her thoughts. The quiet stretching between us felt massive—unspoken but real—especially when it came to the raw wound of her miscarriage. We'd been dancing around it, as if saying it out loud might crack what we'd managed to rebuild.
She kept up her usual front, pouring love and tenderness over me, but I knew something wasn't right. There was this invisible wall, small but stubborn, standing between us, and I ached to tear it down, to close the distance that our shared pain had carved out.
