There was no hesitation on his end.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Calm. Professional.
No questions asked.
“I’ll have them delivered to you shortly.”
“Thank you.”
The line disconnected.
I stood there for a moment longer, staring at my reflection again before forcing myself to move.
I dragged myself out of the bathroom and made my way upstairs.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
Dizziness pressed at the edges of my vision like a dark curtain trying to close in.
By the time I reached my bedroom, exhaustion had settled deep into my bones — heavier than physical fatigue.
I didn’t even bother changing.
I collapsed onto the edge of the mattress and then slowly curled onto my side.
The room spun gently.
My body felt drained.
Like something inside me had siphoned away my strength.
I closed my eyes briefly — hoping rest would help.
Minutes passed.
Or maybe longer.
Time felt distorted.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
My eyelids fluttered open.
“Who is it?” I asked weakly.
Petros couldn’t have been that fast.
The door opened slightly.
Yannis peeked inside.
His dark hair fell into his eyes.
His expression shifted immediately when he saw me lying on the bed.
Concern.
