The storm that had consumed their world had finally drifted past the city, leaving a washed-out dawn and the kind of silence that makes people listen to their own hearts. From the window of Carson’s penthouse, the skyline shimmered like a promise still waiting to be kept.

Justina stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, wearing one of his crisp white shirts. Her fingers traced the faint condensation on the glass. The city’s lights were fading, and with them, the last fragments of the chaos ...