DAMIEN

Knowing exactly who Dahlia was talking about, I didn’t hesitate. I moved swiftly, making my way to the reception area. The atmosphere in the lobby was quiet, the hum of conversation low as I approached the desk. The receptionist gestured toward the guest area, and I followed the path, my mind racing with questions.

When I reached the designated space, I saw her. The woman stood up as soon as she spotted me, her eyes sharp, assessing.

Before I could say a word, she spoke. “We need to talk, but not here. If it’s possible, let’s go to my house.”

I nodded, not wasting time. “Alright, but I’m not...