A sharp , deliberate knock came just as I finished rinsing the conditioner from my hair.
I frowned slightly, squeezing water from the ends as steam curled around me. Leon had said nothing about visitors. We were supposed to have the morning to ourselves—quiet, unguarded, fragile in the best way.
Before I could ask who it was, I heard his footsteps crossing the room.
Then the door opened.
I didn’t hear the woman’s voice clearly at first, only the shift in the air—tight, cautious, restrained. Something about it made my shoulders tense instinctively.
“I wanted to apologize for yesterday,” Serena said as her words felt polite.
I paused, my fingers tightening briefly around the towel as Leon answered her.
“You should apologize to my wife,” he said calmly.
The word landed like thunder.
