Chapter 12: The Distance That Fades
Night in Manhattan pulsed softly, leaving behind an unusual silence inside the master bedroom of the Caldwell penthouse. Moonlight slipped through the slightly parted curtains, falling onto the thick Persian carpet, casting the faint shadow of a man sitting rigidly at the edge of the bed.
Julian Caldwell, a man who usually dominated every room with his cold aura, now seemed to have lost half of his defenses. His clear blue eyes stared intently at the figure lying weakly beneath the silk covers. Scarlett. The girl was asleep, her breathing steady, though occasionally interrupted by soft murmurs as her body tried to adjust its position.
