The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and orange. But the beauty of the day was lost on me. I had been up since dawn, my stomach a knot of anxiety and anticipation. The faint hum of the city outside only added to my restless energy, each sound feeling like a countdown to what I was about to set into motion.
I had barely touched my coffee, the once-steaming mug now cold and abandoned on the kitchen counter. My fingers tapped nervously against the surface of the table as I stared at my phone, waiting for a message. Every second felt stretched, my thoughts racing faster than I could keep up. What if this didn’t work? What if Nicolas figured out what I was doing?
I shook my head, forcing those doubts away. I had no room for second-guessing. Not
