Morning came too soon, dragging me back to a reality I wasn’t ready to face. Sunlight filtered through the hotel curtains, casting a dull glow over the room. I sat up slowly, my body aching from a restless night.
The first thing I did was check my phone.
No new messages.
For a moment, I felt relieved. But that feeling didn’t last long. Nicolas’s last words still clung to my mind.
"This isn’t over."
I needed to be smarter. I couldn’t let my guard down, not now.
With a heavy sigh, I pulled myself out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. A long, hot shower didn’t wash away the weight pressing on my chest, but it helped me clear my head.
By the time I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, I had made up my mind.
I had to leave. Again.
Maybe it was cowardly. Maybe it was pathetic. But st
