Chapter 72

• || SANCIA's POV ||
• I was sitting in the quiet of my study, the soft glow of my desk lamp illuminating the scattered papers before me. The night was peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had been consuming my mind lately. My thoughts were a tangled web of worry and anticipation, and I was just about to give up on any semblance of focus when my phone rang.
• I picked up the call, recognizing the number immediately. "Nathan? What’s going on?"