The black SUV rolled quietly through the winding private driveway. High trees flanked both sides, the rustling of leaves barely audible behind the soft hum of the engine. Ella stared out the window, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. Nicholas hadn't said much since they left the cabin—he was giving her space. But his silence wasn't distant. It was calming. Steady.
She glanced at him briefly. His hand was on the steering wheel, his other resting casually on the armrest, a picture of composure. But his eyes... she could see the glances he kept stealing toward her. Protective. Watchful.
The facility came into view slowly—modern architecture set against a backdrop of landscaped gardens, fountains, and walking paths. It didn't look like a hospital. It looked like a retreat.
Ella's breath caught in her throat.
"This is it?" she asked softly.
