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

Nathan stared at her for

up as she softly touched his flushed cheek. "I'm so

Nathan seized her wrist and yanked it forcefully away,

her wrist

now 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

roared. The sound of running

and distressed, Mila cried out, "It's me,

told you

apart. Mila couldn't fathom what she had done wrong. Nathan had never been

because she hadn't taken care of him properly, leaving

welled in Mila's eyes. Lost in her thoughts 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

delirious words. After a moment of shock, she

you are. You have two minutes to get dressed

amusement and despair. How should she