The sun had just begun to set behind the tall buildings of the city, casting a warm, golden glow through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows of Celeste’s luxurious penthouse.
The sleek, modern furniture reflected her personality—stylish, but cold. Everything in her space had a place, just like everything in her life was supposed to. Yet, for the first time in a long while, Celeste felt unsettled.
She stood at the window, her arms folded across her chest, staring out at the bustling world below.
People moved through their routines—some rushing to catch the last train, others leisurely strolling with a lover by their side. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing. Everyone except her.
The soft click of heels echoed down the hallway, followed by the sound of the front door opening a
