Kisses Fade But Longing Lingers

The sound of the front door slamming open cut through the silence of Tristan's living room like a thunderclap.

"Where is she?" Anne asked, breathless, water dripping from her hair and coat. Elise barged in behind her, clutching a bag full of clothes and glaring at Tristan like he was the villain of this story.

"Is she okay?" Elise asked the moment she and Anne burst through the door, soaked from the downpour, their arms full of bags and concern.

Tristan nodded and stepped forward before they could bulldoze past him. "She's resting," he said calmly. "She's in the guest room. I gave her some space."

"Thanks," Anne muttered, though her voice was tight with worry. She and Elise exchanged a glance and started toward the stairs like two soldiers on a mission.

From his place by the window, Adam said nothing.