After Sienna finally fell asleep, after a mini war over whether or not she could sleep with her plastic tiara, and one long bedtime story about a mermaid who married a sea monster because of a work contract, I dragged my feet back to my room.I didn’t bother turning on the main light. Just the soft glow of the table lamp in the corner guided me toward the bathroom. The sound of water running in the shower was like the forgiveness I’d been waiting for all day. And for the next few minutes, I let myself drown there… in the steam, in the scent of sandalwood and lemon soap far too luxurious to just be called "soap."Showering here felt like trying to wash off emotional sins. But unfortunately, hot water can’t rinse away five years of trauma, or shut off my body’s biological response whenever Nicholas stands a little too close.Afterward, I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the door to the walk-in closet. Then stopped. Stared.The walls were lined with clothing racks, too neatly arrange
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