Chapter Nineteen

Cecilia

Standing in the bathroom, I turned all the way around, taking in the cleanliness. Yes, that’s the quality that jumped out at me. The room may be a quarter of the size of my master bath in my New York apartment, but that barely entered my mind. Running my fingertips over the vanity and tile, I had a new appreciation for clean.

Turning back to the door, I pulled it closed and pushed the small button in the middle of the doorknob. In the whole world of locks, this tiny button barely qualified, and the door was too light to be solid wood. Life had taught me that these flimsy measures would be insufficient to keep Greyson from entering the bathroom if he wanted to enter. He could easily pick the lock, break the handle, or kick in the door. At the same time, pushing the button gave me an indescribable sense of relief and a restoration of the power I’d lost.