Remembering
Author: Evie Penheart
last update2025-10-06 21:58:24

Chapter Thirty-Two

The rain beat steadily against the windows, soft but relentless, a whispering rhythm that filled the silence of the penthouse.

Elena sat curled on the edge of the sofa, her tablet dimmed on the table beside her, untouched. The uneaten plate of food in front of her had long gone cold. She leaned back, pressing a hand against her temple. The dull ache of hunger stirred again—but what she really wanted was water.

She rose and crossed to the corner where the distilled water dispenser stood, sleek and silver against the white marble counter. When she pressed the lever, only a faint hiss came out—no water. Empty.

Her brows knit together. “Already?” she muttered, tapping the top of the machine. Adrian had always made sure it never ran out. Every night, he would check it, refill the tank, clean the filter—without ever being told. She had never noticed how much he quietly managed until now.

Elena sighed and grabbed her phone, dialing the number of the delivery company. After
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