ASTRID'S POV.

Once back in the room, I made my way to the bathroom. The soft light of the morning filtering through the frosted window did little to ease my nerves.

I removed my clothes and stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water might help clear my foggy thoughts.

As the water cascaded over me, I tried to focus on the soothing sensations, but my mind remained clouded with worry.

I kept replaying the events of the previous night, his anger, and the unspoken words that seemed to hang heavy in the air.

The steady rhythm of the shower did nothing to soothe my anxiety, and I found myself...