The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the living room.
Jack was already dressed, standing by the window with a cup of coffee in hand, his thoughts far away.
He had a meeting scheduled to finalize the jet’s customization, but his mind kept drifting back to Sarah’s expression the night before—part disbelief, part frustration, and part something he couldn’t quite place.
“Jack,” Sarah’s voice broke his reverie. He turned to see her standing in the doorway, arms crossed, her face unreadable. She was still in her robe, her hair loosely tied back.
“Morning,” he said, setting his cup on the windowsill. “Did you sleep well?”
“Not really,” Sarah admitted, stepping into the room. “My mind wouldn’t stop racing. I need answers, Jack.”
Jack sighed and gestured fo
