The shattered coffee cup on the table caught Orion’s eye, glinting under the chandelier light, a small symbol of the problem she left behind.

He bent down, his fingers brushing against the spilled coffee, but he didn’t touch it for so long. The gesture was meaningless. It was Eliana’s words, her threats, her obsession that lingered in the air.

He sat back on the couch, his mind replayed every moment, her tears, her trembling voice, the desperate glint in her eyes when she ...