Darian Wolfe
Night enveloped me as I pressed against the balcony railing, the cool metal biting into my palms. Three stories high, the city stretched out below me, a glittering web of lights that defied the darkness churning inside. I had no reason to be here, lurking around Maria's office building like a specter, but I couldn’t stay away. Her voice floated up through the open window, tangled with Naomi's—sharp, accusing, and raw.
"He was here. Just now, wasn't he?" Naomi's voice cut through the air, a slight tinge of betrayal creeping into her tone. I pictured her, arms folded, eyes probing Maria, demanding explanations Maria could not give without breaking.
My chest tightened, a spark of guilt igniting beneath the cold determination I had honed for so long. Maria's response was a whis
