Davina's POV
I woke to silence so complete it felt oppressive. My gaze fixed on the ceiling above as I struggled to piece together my fragmented memories. Bits of last night came flooding back in disjointed flashes.
The arrest, Irvin appearing, his hotel room, the alcohol... Oh God!
My heart hammered as I bolted upright, surveying the elegantly decorated space around me.
Irvin was nowhere to be seen. How had I ended up completely alone?
I hurried to the mirror, confronting my reflection.
Swollen eyes stared back at me, my hair a complete disaster. A groan escaped my lips as mortification crashed over me in waves.
Christ! The entire night remained a complete blank.
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Irvin's POV
I sat beside my mother in the Jenkin Mansion, both of us watching Barnaby's sleeping form.
"He needs professional help, Mom," I said, worry threading through my voice. "Treatment, rehabilitation... anything."
