The morning sun filtered through the cracked window of Elara's apartment, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. She sat at her kitchen table, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee.
She stared into space, watching dust particles dance in the golden light. Three weeks had passed since the final confrontation, and the world felt different somehow.
Quieter, yet more vibrant at the same time.
They had enough evidence gathered to build a solid case against William and his company. Leo had hired the best lawyer to make sure he doesn't get off the hook easily.
The thought of William and some of the accomplices they found ending behind bars have Elara some sense of safety. She hadn't felt that in a very long time.
Their lives seemed to revolve round danger with every secret
