Mirabella POV
The early morning light seeped into the room, soft and warm, yet it did little to calm the tension that sat heavily in my chest. I was still on edge, my mind racing with memories of last night—of Nick pushing me, demanding answers I couldn’t give him. The sharpness of his words and the bruise he’d left were reminders that I wasn’t truly safe here. But I pressed my hand over the wedding ring on my finger, its weight grounding me, a silent reminder of the fleeting moments of reassurance it symbolized.
A gentle knock broke the silence. I stiffened, feeling the familiar prickle of anxiety as I called, “Come in.”
The door opened, and Gwen entered, her gaze calm but observant as she looked me over. She gave me a small, comforting smile. “Good morning, Mirabella. Just wanted to s
