Chapter 44 It Was A Trap

• Eloise’s stomach growled loud enough to echo through the quiet apartment as she shuffled toward the kitchen, one hand pressed over the rumbling.
• She hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday, and the ache sharpened her focus. Every step dragged like a mile, but she kept moving—driven by the hope of food.
• “Should’ve answered his damn text last night,” she muttered in regret as she reached the fridge like it was the gates of heaven. Her fingers curled around the handle, hopefully, as she tugged it open.