Chapter 63
After finishing their breakfast at the Original Pancake House, Allie left Herb to stew over the two life-altering proposals she had laid on the table. As they made the drive to the non-profit, Herb remained silent, caught in an internal tug-of-war between the bold independence of the Las Vegas offer and the familiar comfort of Los Angeles.
The morning’s quiet tension shattered the moment they reached the organization's headquarters. As Herb pulled into the main driveway, he saw several black SUVs waiting, their presence heavy and imposing against the glass-and-steel backdrop of the building.
He froze, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. Through the rearview mirror, he caught Allie’s gaze; her expression was stoic, her eyes cold and focused.
“What are you waiting for?
