Chapter 101: The Broken Gift

Trista’s POV

The next morning, I whipped up some Italian crepes for everyone, including Hazel. The twins ran eagerly to the table to devour the sweet treat, but when I texted Hazel to let her know I’d made breakfast, she didn’t reply.

I wasn’t concerned though; I imagined that her and Lucian were lounging around in bed casually sipping coffee. I was happy for her.

However, when she burst through the door an hour later, she had a scowl on her face. Her hair was disheveled and she had dark rings under her eyes from lack of sleep. She took a seat at the table and hunched over, her hand resting under her chin, and sighed deeply.

This did not look like a woman who had spent the night in the throes of passion.

Quite the contrary. She looked like a woman who’d be up all night pacing and fretting about something.

“Rough night?” I asked, deciding to broach the subject directly.

Hazel sighed again, then looked pensively at her plate. I knew she had something to tell me and she was debating whe