Viola stayed in the living room with Zoe, who had finally fallen asleep against her, and when she glanced at the time she saw that a full hour had passed since Zoe arrived. Neither Sebastian nor Nick had come to the door.
Nick had stopped calling, but Sebastian's phone was still unreachable, which made her frown slightly as she sat there staring at his contact on her screen, his aloof picture the only one she had saved of him, staring back at her.
She didn't know how long she had been drifting in and out of a light doze before she heard the door unlock. She glanced at the clock, 10 pm, and before she could fully wonder who it was, her husband walked into view, shrugging off his coat, and stopped the moment he noticed her on the couch with his sister sleeping with her head in her lap.
He looked from Zoe's sleeping face to hers, his hand suspended mid-motion on the coat.
"Hello," Viola murmured, watching him from where she sat, unable to get up without disturbing Zoe.
