Chapter 32
Rylee lowered the empty bottle of orange juice, the lingering tartness a reluctant victory. Just as she set it down, the door swung open, and the room’s air shifted with the arrival of Wyatt, Dorian, Richard, and Chad, followed closely by Svetlana and Olivia.
Wyatt froze, his eyes darting to the empty bottle in Rylee’s hand. After a full day of her stubborn refusal to touch so much as a drop of water, the sight was a jarring relief.
“What happened?” he asked, his voice a mix of suspicion and hope.
“Nothing,” Rylee muttered, wiping her mouth.
“I just gave her a little perspective,” Allie interjected, her voice smooth but firm. “The kind only someone who’s walked in her shoes can provide. But we have more pressing matters. What did you find?” With a sharp pivot, she redirecte
