Xavier's POV The cottage felt smaller each day, the walls closing in as I waited for Daisy to show any sign of waking. It had been two days since I brought her here, away from Willowbrook Manor, away from Oliver and his new life with Daphne.The river outside was steady, its soft rush the only sound breaking the quiet. I sat by Daisy’s bed, watching her chest rise and fall, the IV line dripping into her arm. She hadn’t moved, hadn’t opened her eyes, but I refused to give up. She was in there, somewhere, and I’d bring her back.I checked my phone for the time. Dr. Ellis was due any minute for her first full check-up since I’d moved her. I’d found him through a contact who knew how to keep things quiet, someone who wouldn’t ask why I had a comatose woman in a riverside cottage.My hands were steady as I adjusted the blanket over Daisy, but my stomach was tight. I needed her to be okay, needed to know I’d done the right thing taking her from that sterile room in the manor.A knock came
Daphne's POV The morning after finding Daisy’s room empty, I woke up feeling heavy, like the panic from last night had settled into my bones. My knee still ached from falling on the stairs, and my eyes were puffy from crying.The gala was five days away, and I was supposed to be at the ballet theater for rehearsal, but all I wanted was to stay in bed, to hide from the questions swirling in my head.Where was Daisy? What had happened to her body? I’d seen her so many times in that east wing room, hooked up to machines, her face still and pale. Now she was gone, and the thought of her parents’ grief—Margaret’s sobs, Thomas’s hard stare—kept me frozen under the covers.I heard a knock, and Oliver stepped into my room, already dressed, his face tired but calm. He sat on the edge of my bed, his hand resting on mine. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle but firm.I shook my head, staring at the ceiling. “I can’t go to rehearsal, Oliver. Not after last night. What if Daisy’s really gone?
Xavier's POV The cottage by the river was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every creak of the floorboards loud in my ears. I carried Daisy inside, her body limp in my arms, her breathing shallow but steady. The accident had left her this way, unconscious, a shell of the woman she’d been. I laid her gently on the bed in the small bedroom, the mattress creaking under her weight. The room was plain, just a bed, a table, and a single window overlooking the river, but it was enough. It had to be. This was where I’d keep her safe, away from Oliver, away from the life that had hurt her.I’d found her in the east wing of Willowbrook Manor, hooked up to machines, forgotten by everyone except me. Oliver had moved on, his eyes on Daphne now, but I hadn’t. I couldn’t.Daisy was my reason, my everything, and seeing her like that, trapped in that sterile room, had broken something in me. So I took her, slipping past the guards, driving through the night to this hidden place. No one knew we were
Oliver's POV The celebration for Daphne’s win as prima ballerina stretched late, the living room warm with wine and laughter. Daphne’s smile lit up the night, and I couldn’t stop watching her, proud of how far she’d come. Brittany had gone to bed with the twins, and after one last kiss, Daphne and I parted ways, my heart full.I went to my room, thinking I’d sleep easy for once, but a scream shattered that hope. It was Daphne, her voice high and panicked, echoing through the manor. “She’s gone! Daisy’s gone!” she yelled, and my stomach dropped.I bolted out of bed, pulling on my pajama pants, my heart racing as I ran downstairs. Daphne was in the main hall, collapsed against the wall, her face pale, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was shaking, her hands clutching her knees, and the sight of her fear hit me hard. I rushed to her, kneeling in front of her. “Daphne, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice tight with worry.She looked up, her eyes wide. “The east wing, Oliver. Daisy’s room
Daphne's POV The celebration went late into the night, the living room at Willowbrook filled with laughter and the clink of wine glasses. Oliver’s arm was around me, his warmth keeping me grounded as we talked and joked with Brittany, the twins long asleep upstairs.The thrill of winning the prima ballerina role still hummed in my chest, but as the clock passed midnight, the house grew quiet. Brittany yawned, saying she’d check on the twins and head to bed, leaving Oliver and me alone. We shared one last glass of wine, his hand squeezing mine, his eyes soft with pride.“You’re going to be amazing at the gala,” he said, kissing me gently before we parted for the night.I went to my room, but sleep wouldn’t come. My mind kept circling back to Daisy. Her comatose body was in the east wing, locked behind those iron gates, a place I’d visited countless times when I first came to Willowbrook as the governess.I’d seen her there, wired to machines, her chest rising and falling with the rhyt
Daphne's POV The green room felt too small to hold my joy after Ms. Hargrove announced I’d won the prima ballerina role. My heart was still racing, my hands trembling as I untied my pointe shoes and slipped into my sneakers.Joan had left with a curt nod, her face tight, but I didn’t care. I’d done it. I was going to dance Odette in *Swan Lake* at the gala in five days. The thought made my chest feel full, like I could breathe deeper than I had in weeks. I grabbed my phone, my fingers itching to call Oliver, to hear his voice and share this moment. He’d promised to pick me up, and I knew he’d be waiting outside, probably as nervous as I’d been.I slung my ballet bag over my shoulder and walked out of the theater, the cool evening air hitting my face. The parking lot was quiet, just a few cars under the streetlights, and there was Oliver, leaning against his black sedan, his hands in his pockets.He looked up as I approached, his hazel eyes catching the light, and a grin spread acros