CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
A LITTLE ESCAPE
SCARLETT’S POV
This week had been nothing short of hell, and for once, I was almost grateful it was coming to an end. Saul had barely been around the house, but that didn’t mean his presence wasn’t everywhere looming in that suffocating way that made it impossible to ignore. He was always watching. Even when he wasn’t. I didn’t have to look out to know that.
It was Saturday morning. I’d just finished my routine at the gym and was still riding that hollow exhaustion that comes after pushing your body too far just to quiet your mind. Lydia and I sat at the breakfast table, plates of takeout spread between us. We hadn’t bothered cooking. Neither of us had the energy honestly. Nana still hadn’t returned from the retreat she’d gone on, and the thought of
