The sun had long gone down as Thane drove his car across his estate. Thane and Mira kept mute as the car sped into the night. They both had a very hectic day, so the silence was comforting.
Mira sat back in the passenger seat, her eyes half-closed, the city light making her face glow in the dark. Thane, focused on the road, occasionally glanced at her with concern. Neither had said much since they left the office.
Once inside the mansion, the familiar quiet atmosphere welcomed them both. No words were exchanged as they made their way upstairs, just fatigue, their steps slow and in perfect rhythm.
In the bathroom, the sound of water running filled the room. Mira let the warm shower rinse away the tension in her muscles, while Thane took his turn shortly after in silence.
By the time the
