Tabitha’s POV
The quiet stillness of the mansion pressed in around me, amplifying the lingering weight of what we’d done, what we’d been through. As I moved through the familiar halls, the memories of the last night drifted through my mind like a heavy fog. The confrontation with Salvatore Castellano was behind us; our enemies had been dealt with. But the closure I’d hoped for, the feeling of satisfaction—none of it had come. Instead, I was left with a hollow emptiness, a reminder that revenge wasn’t the cure I’d once believed it would be.
I reached the window overlooking the gardens, gazing out at the city lights shimmering in the distance. Everything appeared so normal, so untouched by the violence and pain that had woven through my life. The people in those distant buildings would wak
