Chapter 116 The Breaking Point

• The morning came gray and heavy, the kind of colorless dawn that blurred the line between night and day. Leo hadn’t slept. His suit jacket lay draped over a chair, untouched since last night, and a thin sheen of light crept across the floor, slicing through the remnants of another sleepless war.
• He stood at the window again, coffee gone cold in his hand, watching the city stir beneath him. Cars moved like restless thoughts, aimless but constant much like the turmoil inside him.
• It had been three days since Zara’s dinner with Jayden and Elena, and he’d told himself to let it go. Told himself he was being irrational. Told himself to trust Fred, to trust time, to trust the slow unraveling of truth.