Chapter 117 Let's Lie Beautifully

• The hallway was quiet—thick with the kind of stillness only late nights knew how to summon. Imani padded barefoot across the marble tiles, her silk robe whispering at her ankles. The lights were off, but the soft blue glow from Zara’s slightly open bedroom door called to her like a secret begging to be uncovered.
• She paused at the threshold.
• Zara wasn’t in the room. Her overnight bag was gone. Imani stepped inside, cautious but confident. The scent of perfume lingered in the air—fresh, floral, distinctly Zara. On the desk near the window sat a tablet still faintly lit, screen dimmed but unlocked.