Page 203 of Kentrell

Some waiting their turn.

It hit me all at once.

He reallylivedhere.

This wasn’t a showpiece.

Wasn’t a staged rental.

This washis.

His solitude.

His peace.

His sanctuary.

Steam rose quick as I stepped into the shower.

Warm water spilled over me, loosening the tension knotted in my shoulders… my back… my chest.

But not my mind.

The spray was hot enough to sting my skin… but it couldn’t rinse away the questions.

Couldn’t untangle the knots of everything I’d seen in the last 24 hours…

Or the new questions blooming in the wake of standing insidethishouse…

Insidehisworld.

How many more sides of Kentrell Caldwell were tucked away like this estate?

Polished.

Private.

Quietly powerful.

And who the hell did he have to be…

To disappear like smoke in one life…

And resurface like this in another?

By the time I stepped out…

The mirror was fogged.

And my thoughts were swirling.

I wrapped myself in one of the oversized towels—thick and soft like hotel luxury—and padded barefoot back into the bedroom.

The lights were dim now.

The fireplace still crackled low in the background…

Throwing amber shadows across the walls.

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