Moira woke to the soft caress of sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows, bathing the room in a quiet, almost intimate light. She blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the calm that had settled over the space—a sharp contrast to the chaos that had once defined her existence. Her breath, slow and steady, felt like the first real exhale in weeks. The weight of the past few days, of all the tension, had left her with a strange kind of peace, but one she knew wouldn't last.

Her eyes ...