Allison's POV
I returned to the Storm Pack House feeling mentally exhausted.
The tension of the hospital visit had drained me completely, leaving Jasmine restless and uneasy within me.
As soon as I entered our bedroom, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
The house was quiet—too quiet.
It always felt more like a museum than a home, with its polished marble floors and expensive artwork.
My phone buzzed with a text notification, pulling me from my thoughts.
Heidi's name flashed across the screen, causing my heart to skip a beat. I hadn't expected her to reach out so soon.
*Got your number from your hospital visitor form. About our arrangement...*
I sat up, suddenly alert.
*Tomorrow night, there's a charity gala Lucian must
