(Alessa) I tried a warm bath to make myself feel human again. The nausea had been relentless all morning, a slow, twisting ache that made even sitting up feel impossible. Marcus had helped me to the bathroom, running the water until steam filled the air, then left me with a gentle kiss on my forehead and the promise he’d be right outside if I needed him. I sank into the tub slowly, the warm water lapping over my skin, trying to soothe the constant rebellion in my body. For a few blessed minutes, it worked. The heat eased the tension in my muscles, the steam softened the edges of the room, and I could almost pretend I was just tired, not carrying a secret that grew heavier every day. Then the memory came. It slipped in like the steam itself — warm, enveloping, impossible to push away. Adrian and me in our penthouse shower, months before everything shattered. The water had been hotter than this, cascading over us in thick streams. He had pressed me against the cool tile, his b
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