Noah went back to the master bedroom.

However, Gwynn still gave him the cold shoulder and was content to live in her own headspace. Perhaps things were nice and mellow in there.

No one would make her do things against her will. Noah would never be able to force himself on her there. Her headspace was free of the cold, unfeeling needles of the IV drip as well as the luxurious yet suffocating cage she was currently trapped in.

She had lived in this cage for two years now.

She just couldn’t