Amelia POV
I woke to sunlight pouring through the gap in the curtains and the smell of coffee drifting down the hallway, and for one disoriented moment I forgot where I was. Then the enormous bed, the pale gray walls, the skyline outside the window all rushed back at once, and my stomach tightened with the familiar reminder that none of this was mine.
I found Raymond in the kitchen when I finally made my way out, sleeves rolled, a mug in one hand and his phone in the other, looking far more relaxed than he had the night before. Whatever had kept him up, whatever call I'd overheard through the wall, it didn't show on his face this morning. If anything, he looked almost pleased with himself, the way a man looks when a nagging thought has finally resolved itself into nothing.
"Morning." He
