The morning broke quietly in Raymond’s estate, the house steeped in an eerie calm. Primily had spent the night clutching Laila’s hand, finding a small comfort in her presence. But her dreams had been troubled, filled with whispers and shadowy figures. She had woken before dawn, sitting by her window and staring at the horizon, longing for answers to questions she didn’t fully understand.
Downstairs, Raymond paced the living room, his thoughts a jumble. Sophia had been warm and accommodating last night, yet something about her demeanor felt... staged. He had decided to speak with Primily first thing in the morning, but before he could head upstairs, the doorbell rang.
The unexpected visitor at this hour took him by surprise. He frowned, adjusting his tie as he walked to the door. When he
