The storm arrived after midnight; rain hit the windows of the penthouse in steady waves while the city below disappeared beneath blurred lights and dark streets. The weather should have made the night feel quieter, but Seraphina had not been able to calm her mind since leaving the hotel earlier.
Adrian's voice still echoed in her head.
You changed after the accident.
You remember something.
You know something impossible.
She stood near the living room window with a glass of untouched water in her hand. The lights inside the penthouse remained dim except for the lamp near the bookshelf behind her. The silence around her should have been comforting. Instead, it felt fragile.
