Susan POV
I was still in bed, curled under the covers, wearing David’s shirt from last night. The soft fabric carried his scent—warm, familiar, safe. For a moment, I almost forgot the storm hanging over us.
Then my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I reached for it lazily, hoping it was a sweet message from him. But my heart dropped the moment I saw the name.
Natasha.
I froze. She had never texted me before. My first thought was to ignore it, but my curiosity… or maybe my fear… made me swipe the screen open.
The first picture loaded slowly, and the moment it appeared, my heart twisted in my chest.
David—my David—was lying in bed. The white sheets were tangled around his waist, showing the bare skin of his chest. His hair was messy, his face relaxed in the dim light. And beside him was
