The city slept beneath a silver haze.

From the penthouse, the skyline shimmered beautiful, distant, untouchable.

Justina sat at the edge of the bed, fingers twisted in the sheets. Across from her, Carson leaned against the glass wall, shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his forearms, eyes shadowed.

They hadn’t spoken in hours, but the silence between them wasn’t empty it pulsed, alive with everything unsaid.

He finally broke it.

“Start from the beginning.”

His voice was steady, but ...