The morning should’ve smelled like coffee and roses. Instead, it smelled like nothing.No laughter. No clinking plates. Just the hum of a refrigerator…
Ethan always said I wasn’t built for war.“You’re the guy who counts bullets,” he laughed once, clinking his beer against a glass I…
“Take off your dress.” The words sliced through the air like a whip. Elena froze. The grand Foster estate, glittering with chandeliers and…