Chapter 102 When Love Isn't Enough

• The digital clock on the bedside table glowed in the dark: 1:48 a.m.
• Sleep had long abandoned Nathan.
• The room was thick with heat and something heavier—tension. The ceiling fan spun slowly above, creaking with each rotation, stirring the humid air that clung to his skin. The overhead light was off; only the glow of the phone screen and the faint light from a streetlamp outside filtered into the space.