Chapter 31

• Chapter 31: Untamed Jealousy
• The silence in the room is a gentle kind of lull—soft, deceiving, and deceptively calm—broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning. The air feels chill and still, like a breath held too long. Lena lies sprawled across the plush navy-blue comforter, one leg dangling off the edge of the bed, her toes barely grazing the cool hardwood.
• Her phone rests beside her, its screen dim and inactive, though her mind is anything but.