CHAPTER 62 : Restless Night and Unspoken Tensions

KNOX’S POV

“Goodnight, Knox.” Her voice echoed in my mind long after the door closed behind her. The way she said it—soft, final—it was as if she was shutting more than just the door between us. I stood there for a second, staring at the wood, feeling an odd sense of emptiness wash over me. I wasn’t sure why.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and force myself to move. There was no use in standing here like an idiot, hoping she'd open the door again. I walked down the hall, the floorboards creaking under my weight, heading toward the laundry room. The cottage was quiet, too quiet, with only the faint hum of the wind outside.

When I reached the laundry room, I flipped on the light, the old bulb buzzing to life above me. It was a small space, tucked away at the back of the house. There were a few shelves lined with towels and sheets, and an old wicker basket sat in the corner, half-filled with unfolded laundry. I grabbed a couple of blankets off the shelf and tossed them over