David’s POV
The elevator ride to the top floor of Lexington Towers felt longer than it should have. The numbers on the panel lit up one after the other, steady and calm, but my chest wasn’t. My heartbeat was faster than usual. Something felt off, though I couldn’t explain why.
When the doors opened, the first thing that hit me was the air—it was heavier, thicker, almost like the building itself knew what I was walking into.
I stepped out, my shoes sinking into the soft cream carpet. My eyes immediately locked on the scene in the lounge ahead.
My parents were sitting on one side of the white leather sofa. My father’s posture was stiff and straight, like a soldier at attention. His dark suit was perfect, not a wrinkle in sight. My mother sat beside him, her hands clasped so tightly in he
