Morning brought clarity and confinement.

Liora woke to find Dashiell already dressed, working on his laptop at the desk in the corner.

“Morning,” he said without looking up. “There’s breakfast in the kitchen. Help yourself.”

She got up carefully, her pregnant body protesting. In the kitchen, she found fresh fruit, pastries, yogurt. Everything she could want.

She ate mechanically, her mind on yesterday. On Leander. On what she’d done.

After breakfast, she tried the door to the penthouse.

Locked.

“Dashiell?” She found him still at the desk. “The door is locked.”

“I know.”

“I can’t get out.”

“Correct.” He finally looked up. “You’re on bed rest. Dr. Thorne’s orders. Which...