Chapter 37 Lena Found Out About Her Father's Death

• The following morning, Lena’s apartment was quiet, almost unnaturally so. The pale sunlight bled through the blinds, slicing across Drake’s bruised face. He stirred slowly, sitting up, his chest tight and heavy.
• Beside him, Lena lay curled beneath the sheets, her breathing soft and steady, strands of her dark hair falling across her cheek. She looked peaceful untouched by the chaos lurking outside these walls and for a fleeting second, Drake wished time would just stop.
• He leaned closer and kissed her forehead gently. Her skin was warm, fragile against his rough lips.