Nathan's POV
I gently led her to the bed and helped her sit. Her eyes were still red from crying, and an uncomfortable ache bloomed in my chest. I hated seeing her like this. Broken. Fragile. Her tears… they were my weakest point. And I just prayed she wouldn't figure that out too soon.
"I'll get you some water," I whispered and walked over to the mini-fridge. I took out a bottle, poured it into a glass, and returned to her.
When I handed it to her, she whispered a soft "thank you" before taking a slow sip. I watched her in silence, my arms folded across my chest, trying to keep myself together.
My heart felt like it was being torn in two. The thought of sharing her—my Hailee—with two other men made me feel sick. But what choice did I have? This is what she needed.
Her emotions were tangled, confused, and unsure. If one month was what it would take for her to sort herself out… then I'd endure it. Even if it killed me inside.
