For Your Own Good

CASSIA

We stepped inside, the familiar warmth of the house wrapping around me, but it felt different—like walking into a memory I wasn’t sure I wanted to relive. Garrett moved ahead of me and set a couple of drinks on the low table in the living room.

“Water?” he offered, his voice careful, almost tentative.

I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to stay guarded. But the smell of home, the soft