Chapter 85
- ELLE
- The week dragged on like a dream I couldn’t wake from.
- Every day felt the same. The curtains opened at the same hour, the coffee already brewed when I came downstairs, the scent of lilies in the same crystal vase. Raymond’s voice in the morning was always calm, reassuring—a steady rhythm that should’ve comforted me. But the steadiness of it only frightened me more.