Allyson's POV
After what seemed like endless hours submerged in the warm water, I finally emerged from the bathtub. The heat clung to my skin as I secured the towel around myself and walked back to the bedroom. Reagan had left everything arranged perfectly on the bed. I took my time drying off before slipping into his oversized shirt and loose shorts. The fabric felt soft against my skin, carrying his distinctive scent - that familiar masculine warmth I once knew so well. A warmth I could no longer allow myself to trust.
Settling on the bed's edge with damp hair and skin still tingling from the hot bath, I felt the silence become unbearable. It pressed against me from all sides, making each breath feel labored. That's when the full weight of everything crashed over me like a tidal wave. In less than a day, my entire world had crumbled into ruins. The room seemed to shrink around me, the walls closing in until I could barely breathe.
