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. "Nate, are

Nathan stared at her for

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

her wrist and yanked it forcefully away, casting her

the sharp pain jolting through her wrist as she barely held on to the

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

sound of running water

Mila cried out, "It's me,

you

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

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

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

his delirious words. After a moment of shock, she

"I don't care who you are. You have two minutes to get dressed

couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and despair. How should she handle