Felix had always believed himself to be a man hard to move, hard to impress. Years in the corporate world had sharpened his edges, taught him the art of detachment. He had seen countless people come and go, with their smiles, their masks, their convenient loyalties. He thought himself immune to sentiment.
But Katherine had undone that illusion without even trying.
She had been heavily pregnant then, her belly full and round, her body moving slower than usual, though she stubbornly refused to acknowledge the strain. He remembered standing by the window in the office, pretending to check something on his phone, while in truth, his eyes kept straying toward her. Katherine had just returned from an errand, one arm balancing a paper bag of groceries, the other hand carrying a stack of folders.
Her face was pale, framed by strands of hair clinging to her temple. She should have looked exhausted, maybe even vulnerable, but she didn't.
