Tyrell's POV
Life with Cathy had become a delicate balance of joy and unease. Every moment with her felt like a gift, a reprieve from the darkness that had haunted me for so long. But even as I reveled in her presence, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking just beyond the horizon, waiting to disrupt the fragile peace we had built.
Cathy, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in my mood. She always did.
“You’re quiet today,” she said one evening as we sat on the balcony of her apartment, the city lights twinkling below us. Her voice was soft, but there was an edge of concern to it.
I glanced at her, forcing a smile. “Just thinking,” I replied, my tone lighter than I felt.
She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “About what?”
I hesitated, unsure how much t
