Chapter 20: Thoughts.
The crisp morning air filled Cielle’s lungs as she jogged along the nearly empty sidewalk, her breath coming in steady puffs. The city was just waking up—coffee shops flipping their signs to Open, the scent of fresh bread wafting from bakeries, and early commuters trudging toward bus stops and subway stations. Usually, she loved this time of day. The world felt softer before the full weight of its chaos set in.
But today, there was no comfort in the quiet.
Two nights had passed since Cavier dropped his Mafia bombshell, and yet, her mind was still struggling to process it. The moment played over and over like a broken record—his casual confession, the dark amusement in his eyes as he watched her react, the sharp tension that had settled between them. And then there
