You and Caitlyn just had a large argument. Trying to get her to open up was never easy. Her mother’s death was weighing on her. It was easy if you could read her.

You knew it was bad after she started yelling. Avoiding you, sleeping on the other side of the bed. She wasn’t subtle. She never was.

Today was again, silent. Caitlyn walking around the manor. Again, avoiding you. You just stayed in your studio all day. Until the sun began to set. Only then did you head to bed.

There in the sheets you found Caitlyn curled into a ball crying. She looked up as she heard the door. Her face red with tears. She looked so pitiful.