Scarlett POV
He knew exactly why I was asking.
I needed certainty.
“My phone.”
I looked around the bedroom, then stepped into the hallway.
I checked the bathroom counter, the pockets of the clothes he’d put me in, even the floor beside the bed.
No phone.
“Where is it?”
“You left it at the hotel,” Jaxen said from behind me.
“I had someone go back for it, but they haven’t returned yet. It’s still there.”
Everything about last night was still unfinished.
I stood in the middle of the dressing room and stared at the shelves.
The house looked exactly the way it had the day I left.
Same folded sweaters. Same careful arrangement of bottles on the vanity.
Same quiet order that used to feel like home and now just felt like a museum of things I wasn’t allowed to keep.
I opened the
