Alicia’s POV
Everything here was soft, still, and too perfect. The air smelled faintly of essential oils and over-clean surfaces. Even the silence felt managed. I sat curled up on the velvet couch, flipping through the same fashion magazine I’d read at least three times this week.
Routine. Diet. Exercise. Clean food, clean mind. Lucas’s version of therapy was starting to feel more like a luxury rehab crossed with a silent retreat. I got the point. Reset the nervous system, keep my mind clear. But mostly, I was just bored.
I missed Kayla.
I already knew she was off on some coastal trip—Lucas had shown me those cheerful, beachy photos last week. But still. I hadn’t seen a proper update since, and it bugged me.
Lucas walked in with a tray—salmon, greens, and something mushy that was probably cauliflower pretending to be mashed potatoes. He placed it down gently. “Low sodium, high protein.”
I poked it with my fork. “Tempting.”
He sat down across from me. “You look distracted.”