He found himself unable to shake off the events of that morning.
The way she had walked straight into his room without hesitation… the way she had looked him in the eye and said she wanted to give them a chance.
It didn't make sense.
It was as if she had turned completely like a full one-eighty overnight.
What changed?
What was going on inside her head?
The sudden shift unsettled him, stirred a quiet suspicion he couldn't ignore. Why hadn't she said any of this before? Why now?
His focus slipped entirely from the work in front of him. With a low exhale, he pulled up the live camera feed connected to the mansion.
There she was.
In the kitchen.
She moved around the space with quiet concentration, dressed in an oversized T-shirt that nearly swallowed her frame, paired with black leggings. Her hair was braided neatly down her back as she busied herself with cooking.
