The party ended in smoke and silence. Not because it was over but because he made sure it would never be forgotten.

The silence that followed Andrew’s vanishing act was louder than any explosion. One second, they were celebrating love; the next, they stood in a war zone. White rose petals lay like snow on the ground, stained with dirt and ashes. Tables were flipped. Dishes shattered. The smell in the air was a strange mix of burnt wires, smoke, and something metallic.

Jason clenched his jaw as he scanned the wreckage. His arm ached, but he ignored it. Leah was already moving, eyes sharp, every muscle alert. She found...