Chapter 94 The Choice At Dawn

• Early morning. Zara’s bedroom. The hush of dawn wraps around the room like a whisper. Outside, birds chirp faintly. Inside, the world is still.
• The first light of day seeped through the pale curtains, casting soft amber streaks across the bed. Zara lay on her side, still in the clothes she wore last night. She hadn’t slept much—her dreams had been tangled, restless things, filled with airport terminals and tear-streaked runways.
• Her phone buzzed gently beside her pillow. Not a new message—just the same email lighting up again, as if fate refused to let her ignore it.