Chapter 132

After they burned the mourning clothes, silence followed them like a shadow through the empty penthouse.

The fire had died down, but the weight of what it symbolized still clung to their hearts like smoke in their lungs.

The smell of burnt fabric lingered in the air, mixing with the cool night breeze that swept across the private courtyard.

One by one, they had drifted back inside and to their rooms, silent and exhausted, but not quite ready to sleep.

Sleep felt like betrayal somehow. Like forgetting, even for a moment, that somewhere in a secret medical facility across the city, Mose was lying unconscious in a hospital...