Dazzle sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. It was just 6:40am, the following morning. His thoughts were a tangled mess, swirling with doubts and fears that he couldn’t shake. The decision he was about to make felt monumental, like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.

Kimberly was still asleep, her breathing soft and steady. She looked peaceful, almost serene, but Dazzle knew that beneath that calm exterior lay a world of ambitions and wants. She had made her ...