Madelyn
I pulled my suitcase into the small cottage and let the door shut behind me with a soft click that sounded too final. The place was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner kicking on, and the late afternoon sun was coming through the windows in these warm golden strips across the wooden floor. I stood there for a minute just looking around, my bags still in my hands, feeling this mix of relief and something heavy in my chest that I couldn't quite name.
The drive from the city had taken most of the day, and my body was tired from all the hours behind the wheel, but my mind wouldn't stop going over everything. I kept thinking about how I had slipped out of the penthouse that morning while Dominic was still sleeping. He had been on his back with one arm thrown over his
