Ryan POV
I found her in 608.
She was on the bed, on her side.
From the doorway, she just looked asleep.
Security had pulled the footage for me: Scarlett leaving the ballroom, taking the elevator down to the garden like she needed air. Ninety seconds later her legs went out from under her, and two staffers walked her back to the elevator with her arms over their shoulders.
No audio. The tech had been scrubbing through at 8x. Something about it sat wrong, but I was already running.
I made plenty of noise coming in.
She didn’t open her eyes.
“Scarlett?” I cleared my throat and stayed by the door.
“Scarlett, are you okay?”
She was murmuring something under her breath, the words too soft and broken to catch.
Both hands kept pulling at her own clothes, restless, tugging at the fabr
