I slouched deeper into the couch, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. The internet was a minefield of curated perfection—smiling couples, travel vlogs, and those insufferable motivational quotes about "living your best life." It made my current situation feel even more pathetic. Mr. Thorne had been colder than a midwinter frost ever since the Storm incident. No shared plans, no casual chats, not even a polite nod in passing. It was like all the progress we had made had been wiped clean, leaving us back at square one, strangers all over again.
I let out a long, frustrated sigh and tossed my phone aside. It landed on the cushion with a dull thud, the sound seeming louder than it should in the suffocating silence of the suite. I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts a chaotic mess. If this w
