The workers left the room with soft smiles, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind our silence. As the door closed, the petals on the bed seemed to glow brighter under the warm lights, spilling across the sheets like a wedding fantasy. It should have been beautiful. It should have felt like a dream. Instead, it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff with nowhere to climb.
One room. One bed.
I could not move for a moment. The sight made my stomach twist painfully, and I had to press my palm over my ribs just to steady my breathing. Chase stood a few steps ahead of me, staring at the bed with a face carved from polished stone. His expression was unreadable, eyes narrowed slightly, jaw tense. If he felt anything at all, he was hiding it with skill I could never match.
The sound
