~Narrator’s~

“I’ll respect your boundaries… this time.”

Reo’s voice barely rises above the soft whistle of wind brushing against the penthouse glass. His fingers tighten on the strap of a small leather bag…the kind he never uses unless it’s something serious. Jennie is standing a few feet away with her hands curled around the cold iron railing. Her eyes are focused on the golden strip of sunrise bleeding across the city.

She doesn’t answer.

Not yet.

Because part of her doesn’t believe him.

And the other part? That part wants to.

He looks different this morning. Not in the way most people would notice, but she does. His posture isn’t...