In the apartment, there was a tense calm that Theresia could sense, as if a storm was on the verge of breaking. Alexander, with his injuries visible and resting on the couch, had drifted off to sleep, his breathing soft yet steady. Luka was seated on the other side of the room, gazing at the ground, deep in contemplation. Theresia understood the importance of having a conversation to work through all that had occurred, but she was unsure of how to begin.
She quietly inquired about his well-being, breaking the silence. Luka met her gaze as he confessed, "I've had better days," while running his hand through his hair. "We did what was necessary," Thersia agreed with a solemn nod, fully grasping the significance of the situation. She moved closer to him, taking a seat beside him and offe
