BACK AT ENORA’S APARTMENT

More than a week had passed, and Enora hadn’t heard from Victor. That morning Wilson had informed her the apartment was safe enough to return to, and it instantly brought her mood up.

Enora entered her place with her arms spread wide, soaking in all that she missed from being away. At a run, she dramatically dove onto her bed with a light thud.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you.”

“A fancy hotel not comfortable enough for you?” ...