Owen Moreland knew something was wrong the moment he heard Benjamin Richardson's voice, filled with impending doom.
He strode forward, his hands gripped Amelia Clarke's armpits, and lifted her off the ground like a child, placing her on the bed.
Amelia Clarke's face looked as if it had been washed by water, covered in tear stains, her long eyelashes at the corners of her eyes were wet and stuck to the skin beneath.
Her clear, large eyes were now blurred, brimming with grief and self-blame.
A wave of heartache surged in Owen's deep eyes as he lovingly cradled Amelia's face, attempting to wipe her tears away, only to find that they flowed out like a floodgate had opened.
He sat down beside her and gently, drew her into his embrace, letting her head rest against his chest.
