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.

Mila pulled back, her voice trembling.

stared at her for

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

and yanked it forcefully away, casting her

through her wrist as she barely held on to

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

sound of

distressed, Mila cried out, "It's

you to

fell apart. Mila couldn't fathom what she had done wrong.

because she hadn't taken care of him properly,

going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice lashed out, "Damn it, how drugged

by his delirious words. After a moment of shock, she couldn't

sternness, Nathan retorted, "I don't care who you are. You

help but feel a mix of amusement and despair. How should she