Back in my penthouse, everything felt… surreal.

The marble floors, the clean air, the silence—it all felt like some other woman’s life. Not mine.

Not after everything. The cabin, the fire, the rope burns—they still lived on my skin. I was still bleeding under the bandages, even if my heart had gone numb.

Shane closed the door behind him and locked it. I sank into the velvet couch and exhaled, shoulders collapsing like I hadn’t taken a breath in days.

I actually won't be staying in ...