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

her for

his flushed cheek. "I'm so sorry. I almost let something terrible happen to

instant, Nathan seized her wrist and yanked

pain jolting through her wrist

blanket to wrap around himself and staggered into the bathroom. "Nate, what's wrong?" Mila, covering herself with another blanket, rushed to the bathroom

The sound

Mila cried out, "It's me,

told you to

everything fell apart. Mila couldn't fathom what she had done wrong. Nathan had never been so harsh with her

she arrived late? Or because she hadn't taken care of him properly, leaving

out, "Nate, please, what's going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice lashed

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

care who you are. You have two minutes to get dressed and

a mix of amusement and despair. How should she handle a