Sebastian
I stand in the massive bathroom, steam curling up around me as I adjust the temperature of the water. The tub sits like a throne in the centre of the room, claw-footed and deep, the kind of bath that demands you stay in it for hours.
This bathroom is a sanctuary, a place for comfort and escape—two things Elizabeth desperately needs right now.
I glance back toward the door, my mind racing.
She’s in pain; I know that much. Last night wasn’t just about the alcohol or the chaos—it was about her running from something, drowning in something. And now, here she is in my home, far from hers, far from the office.
What if someone notices? What if Christopher starts asking questions? What if someone pieces it together—her absence, mine?
I shake the thought away. I can’t leave her. Not
