Chapter Thirteen: The Unseen Shackles

Emma's POV

The day had been long and exhausting, filled with the usual back-and-forth of trying to assist Nicholas while trying to avoid hitting the invisible landmines of his temper. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue through the large windows, I decided I needed a break—some time to clear my head and regroup my thoughts. Even though I made a promise to help Nicholas navigate this new reality, I had to look after my own mental health, too.

Walking down the hall, I tried to summon the courage to face Nicholas one more time today. As I stood outside his office door, I took a deep breath and lightly knocked, waiting for his gruff acknowledgment before pushing it open.

Nicholas sat behind his mahogany desk, the room heavy with the scent of leather and paper. His eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, seemed softer, almost contemplative, as he sifted through some documents. His wheelchair was a stark contrast to the powerful image he tried so hard to mai