Inside the wardrobe, Helena's breath was a shallow rasp, her body pressed against the wood. The obscene sounds, Devon's guttural grunts, the bed's creaking, Sophie's desperate moans, tore at her heart. Her fingers clutched the bag, the stolen pages crinkling, a lifeline to justice. Guilt choked her, knowing Sophie was enduring this for her, but Sophie's earlier signal kept her frozen, her chest tight with every muffled cry, unaware of the pleasure Sophie was grappling with.