Chapter 23 You have nothing to do with my family.

I hastily take off the wet clothes and place them in the laundry basket. I stand under the shower, the warm water calming my mind. But then I suddenly realize that I haven't brought fresh clothes with me.

A tinge of panic courses through me as I contemplate my next move. It is then that I recall George's words and his promise to be there if I needed anything. Curiosity and a flicker of hope guide my actions as I decide to reach out to him.

With a determined resolve, I turn off the shower and make my way toward the door, water droplets cascading down my body. Nervously, I push it open, revealing the room beyond. My eyes scan the space, searching for any sign of George's presence.

I realize he is standing outside the room, my gaze moving to the door.

"George?" I call out his name, my voice laced with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

And then, as if conjured by my plea, he enters the room, silently responding to my summons.

My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight befo