The city was still asleep when Damian arrived at Blackwood Tower.
Dawn painted the glass façade in pale silver, turning the building into a mirror reflecting a man who no longer recognized himself. Five years ago, he would have entered through the executive lobby surrounded by assistants and security briefings. Today, he used a private access entrance, avoiding attention, avoiding questions.
War required silence.
The elevator rose without sound, numbers blinking upward like a slow countdown. Damian watched his reflection in the polished steel doors. The exhaustion beneath his eyes no longer came from sleepless nights alone. It came from understanding how deeply the past had been rewritten around him.
Someone had not only framed him.
Someone had engineered an entire reality Evelyn coul
