Sleep refuses to come.
The city is quieter tonight, but my mind refuses to follow its rhythm. Every time I close my eyes, I see the same thing:
Headlights.
Rain on the windshield.
A dark SUV closing the distance behind my car.
And then—
Nothing.
A missing moment. A piece of time someone erased.
I exhale slowly and sit up in bed. The digital clock beside the nightstand glows 2:13 AM.
Across the penthouse, a faint strip of light spills from beneath Adrian’s office door.
Of course he’s awake.
I slip out of bed and pull on a soft sweater before walking quietly through the living area. The penthouse feels different at night—less like a luxurious space and more like a quiet observatory suspended above the city.
Adrian’s office door is half open.
Inside, he sits behind his desk, slee
