MERRIELYNN.
The first night it happened, I thought it was just a fluke.
I heard them as soon as I climbed into bed. The soft giggles, the low murmurs of a girl’s voice, and then Cormac’s distinct, deep laughter. I pressed my pillow against my ears, but it was no use. Every sound seemed to cut through the walls like they were paper-thin.
I squeezed my eyes shut and told myself it would be over soon. After all, I had no right to expect peace and quiet.
But as the noises grew louder, I realized luck wasn’t on my side that night. Cormac wasn’t just entertaining company—he was entertaining her.
I tried to ignore it, focusing on the soft hum of the ceiling fan, but it was impossible. The occasional burst of laughter turned into something far more intimate, and I clutched the pillow tighter,
