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Chapter 7

Author: Author Rex
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 02:18:03

LYDIA

The Carlyle suite was beautiful in the way expensive hotel rooms always are—crisp white linens, fresh flowers on the table, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park. It should have felt like a luxury. Instead it felt like exile.

I dropped my suitcase inside the door and stood there for a long minute, staring at nothing. My phone had been silent since Daniel’s last text. No follow-up. No “Are you okay?” Just the practical arrangement of distance.

I unpacked mechanically. Hung
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