The Wrong Woman

Over and over, Fenna played out the same narrative, and Mila had reached her limit.

Cameron led Fenna away with the police.

Cole carried Nathan, while Mila and Phoebe guided him out of the motel.

The night seemed destined for endless torment.

Unable to take Nathan, who was deeply ensnared in a drug-induced slumber, home with her, Mila chose to stay at the hotel.

Cole returned home with Phoebe.

In the quiet stillness of the early morning, Mila tenderly wiped Nathan's feverish body, trying to cool his soaring temperature.

Despite his drug-induced sleep, he appeared restless, as if the drug still held him in its grip. Mila pondered if easing some of his tension might offer him some relief.

She undressed them both and leaned in to kiss Nathan softly, positioning herself above him.

Just as she prepared to close the distance between them, Nathan's eyes snapped open.

back, her voice trembling. "Nate, are

at her for a moment

Mila's eyes welled up as she softly touched his flushed cheek. "I'm so sorry. I almost let something

instant, Nathan seized her wrist and

wrist

anger. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself and

sound of running water then

cried

told you to

In that

everyheart-wrenching moment,

fell apart. Mila couldn't

Nathan had never

taken care of him

and growing anxiety, she called out, "Nate, please, what's going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice lashed out, "Damn it, how drugged am I? Even your voice sounds like

his delirious words. After a moment of shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful chuckle. "Nate,

Nathan retorted, "I don't care who you are. You

couldn't help but feel a

she handle a