Anna had been ready for the worst—maybe not death, but definitely something dramatic. She didn't expect to come back and find... nothing. Not a word from Julian. It was like the man had hit reset on his memory, not even hinting at what had happened.
After two days of walking on eggshells, Anna finally realized—she was in the clear. Her nerves started to settle, and her mood lifted.
"Megan, what's going on today? Why so many people?"
Leaning by the window with her textbook in hand, Anna peeked into the courtyard.
Ferraris, Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, Lambos... a whole lineup of ultra-luxury rides. One after another, well-dressed men and women stepped out, plastering on those polished, boutique-fake smiles while exchanging pleasantries.
This had been going on since early afterno
