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.

her voice trembling.

for a

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

an instant, Nathan seized her wrist and

sharp pain jolting through her wrist

naked body, his face turning pale with anger. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself and staggered into the bathroom. "Nate, what's wrong?" Mila, covering herself with another blanket, rushed to

Nathan roared. The sound of running water

Mila cried out,

told you to

In that

everyheart-wrenching moment,

fell apart. Mila couldn't

what she had done wrong. Nathan had never

late? Or because she hadn't taken care of him properly, leaving him vulnerable to

what's going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice

a moment of shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful chuckle. "Nate, I'm not Fenna. I'm

are. You have two minutes to

but feel a mix

should she handle