Nightfall draped the city.

Outside the window, neon blurred into a tapestry of lights, spilling across countless windows, each one an individual story.

Charlotte sat cross-legged on the bed, her laptop resting on her knees. She tapped away, reviewing and refining the surgical plans for tomorrow.

Her phone buzzed, breaking her concentration. The screen lit up with Henrys name. She picked it up, barely managing a breath before Henrys voice barreled in, ...