Chapter 48 Forty Eight

• I was busy in the kitchen, stirring the pot of garlic and onions I was sautéing. The scent filled the house, adding warmth to the quiet morning. I was making breakfast, cherishing the rare moments of calm before the day picked up its usual pace.
• Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. My brow furrowed—no one was expected at this hour. I wiped my hands on the towel and headed for the door.
• When I opened it, a tall man stood before me. He was dressed in a sharp suit, his face serious. The sight of him stirred an inexplicable unease in my chest.