“Peace wasn’t the absence of war. It was sitting in a kitchen at one in the morning, sharing food and quiet with the people who still chose to stay.”
-Dominique Guerra-
Chapter 129: Not everyone who sharpens a blade intends to use it
Next day….
The city behaved itself.
That, more than anything else, unsettled Dominique.
The skyline seemed to be held steady, lights punctuating the dark in clean, obedient rows. Traffic flowed. Power grids reported nominal load. Communications hummed along without static or interruption. There were no sudden spikes, no frantic calls from mid-tier supervisors, no violence loud enough to demand her attention.
On paper, everything worked.
In reality, it felt staged. It was forced to seem that way, and it was quite frankly making her lose her mind at this
