Chapter 126

• Morning light crept through the curtains like a silent intruder, brushing over the walls and casting a muted glow across the room. But the peace didn’t last. Loud voices, sharp and aggressive, echoed from downstairs, tearing through the silence like blades. The noise dragged Marco out of his sleep.
• He groaned, turning on the bed, his face twisting in irritation. His temples throbbed with a pulsing headache that matched the rhythm of the shouting below. His hand instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, seeking warmth— Delilah.
• But the space was cold. Cold and empty.