The question lingers in my mind as I finally push away from the shower wall.
The cold water has done nothing but numb my skin, while everything inside me remains restless—loud and painfully aware of her.
I shut the water off harder than necessary and step out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it low around my waist. I drag it roughly through my hair as I walk back into the room.
That’s when I see it.
A cup of tea sits neatly on the table beside my bed, steam still curling from its surface like it was just placed there.
I pause, frowning because I didn’t ask for this. Then I exhale through my nose, already piecing it together.
The elderly omega.
She’s been taking care of this place longer than I can remember, moving around quietly like a ghost—always leaving things exactly where they ne
