Victor's POV
The silence in Emily's room that morning felt wrong and too empty.
I'd wheeled myself down the hallway before dawn, my heart beating with desperation. I needed to see her. Needed to fix whatever I'd broken between us.
But when I reached her door and knocked softly, there was nothing. No response. No sound of movement inside.
"Emily?" I called, keeping my voice low. "Emily, please. I need to talk to you."
Still nothing.
My chest tightened with panic. Had she already left? Had my cruelty been the final straw?
I tried the handle. Locked.
"Damn it," I muttered, wheeling back from the door. Think, Victor. Where would she go this early?
Margaret's room. Maybe she was checking on her mother.
I made my way down the hall, my wheels moving faster than necessary, and knocked on Margaret's door. "Margaret? Emily? Are you in there?"
No answer.
But then I heard it, a faint sound. Water. Splashing.
