Chapter 120 The Flash Of Thunder

• The morning began quietly, almost too quietly. The rain clouds outside were heavy but unmoving, hanging low like they were waiting for something.
• Zara sat on the couch, brushing her fingers across the rim of her mug. The steam had long since vanished, leaving the tea lukewarm. Something about the silence of the house unsettled her the kind that hummed with a kind of waiting energy, like a heartbeat just before panic.
• Then, a knock on the door broke through the stillness.