Chapter 27
The soft rumble of the engine hummed beneath Sydney's fingers as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Her car sliced through the darkened streets, the headlights carving pale tunnels in the gloom, but her mind remained elsewhere—back in that space she never wanted to leave. Alan had driven off first, his departure as measured and distant as ever, though the tension in his parting glance spoke volumes. They'd agreed it was safer this way. Arrive separately, to avoid suspicion. But the thought of driving back to the life she had built—the one where he wasn't hers—gnawed at her. The city lights blurred as her chest tightened. She didn't want to go back. She pulled into her usual parking spot outside the mansion and killed the engine, letting the silence settle around her. For a mo
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