a a moment of hesitation, I decided against sharing more. It was a family issue, and I didn’t want to burden anyone else. I stood up to say goodbye and walked away.

As I pushed open the villa's large door, a wave of warm air mixed with the aroma of steak hit me. Sia, the ever-expressionless housekeeper, had already prepared dinner. The steak lay elegantly on the table, accompanied by golden roasted potatoes—everything looked perfect, yet I had no appetite. I felt an intense aversion toward everyone and everything here; I just wanted to pack my things and take the medical kit over to Richard.

“Miss Caitlyn, you’re back,” Sia...