The next morning came too soon.
Lila woke up in the big bed, still wearing Damien’s shirt.
Her wrist ached. Her cuts stung. Her mind was heavy with everything that had happened.
She sat up slowly, looking around the room. The rain had stopped, but the sky outside was still gray.
A soft knock came at the door. A maid entered with fresh clothes and towels. She didn’t speak much. She just pointed to the bathroom and left.
Lila stood up on shaky legs. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
The shower was big, the water hot when she turned it on.
She stepped under the spray, letting it run over her body. The heat soothed her cuts, but it also made her remember Damien’s hands on her.
The way he had touched her. The way he had stopped. The way he had said he would
