The morning air in the estate was still. A breeze touched the garden leaves as though even nature hesitated to disturb the hush that had fallen over the house these past days. Ever since Amara announced she was leaving, things hadn’t been the same. Everyone still moved about their routines, but something was different. The laughter felt strained. The silences stretched a little longer. And no one spoke about what was truly on their minds.
Analyn stood at the entrance of Damien’s office, a soft knock on the door before stepping in. Damien didn’t look up from his desk, but the slight shift in his brow told her he already knew who it was.
"Sir," she said gently, clasping her hands together.
"Come in, Analyn."
She walked forward until she was standing before his desk. There was a moment of
