Ashlyn's POV
Grabbing the bathrobe, I hastily wrapped it around myself, my pulse hammering in my ears. “We're in serious trouble!”
“What?” Xavier swung his legs off the bed, moving at an infuriatingly unhurried pace.
I barely spared him a glance as I muttered under my breath, “How could we be this careless?” Then, without another word, I bolted out of the room.
“Ashlyn!” His voice followed me, laced with concern, but I had no time to stop.
Bursting into the house, I called out, “Jessica?” My voice echoed in the unsettling quiet.
Something felt off. The air was still, the silence too thick. My eyes landed on a bouquet of roses sitting neatly on the table.
I picked it up, inhaling the delicate scent, but the moment of calm shattered when Xavier spoke from behind me.
“I bought
