Morning bled into the house like a spotlight. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, flooding every polished surface, every crystal vase, and ivory curtain Vanessa had so carefully arranged to display her perfection.
But to Sierra, it felt merciless. Too bright, too exposing.
She hadn’t slept. Hours had passed with her body twisted in the sheets, her mind replaying the same moment on an endless loop: her slip at dinner. That single letter…..“D”……perched on her lips like a razor, nearly severing everything.
If Damien hadn’t squeezed her thigh so hard she’d jolted back into reality, if she hadn’t clamped her tongue just in time what then?
The humiliation churned through her stomach until bile rose in her throat. She pressed her palms over her face, muffling a sob.
And then, fain
