The next day, Nora Newman and Xander Harrison were ready to set off.
Morning sunlight spilled across Nora's face, gently pulling her from a deep sleep. She rolled over, instinctively reaching out for the space beside her, only to find the sheets were already cold.
Still, the faint, crisp scent of cedarwood—Xander's signature scent—lingered on his pillow.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Nora sat up. A glass of warm water rested on her nightstand, and when she checked her phone, a message from her husband was waiting on the screen.
"Left some breakfast warming in the oven. I had to run out to handle something for the company, but I'll be back soon. Text me when you wake up. We'll head out as soon as I return."
Nora smiled and stretched lazily. She took a sip of the warm water to soothe her throat, washed up, and ate breakfast. Just as she was loading her plate into the dishwasher, her phone buzzed.
It was another text from Xander: "Something came up at work. I'm already on my way back. We'll talk when I get home."
Nora could sense a rare edge of urgency in his tone. Her brow furrowed, a faint intuition warning her that something had gone wrong.
She didn't panic, though. She simply sat at the dining table and waited. Before long, the sound of the front door unlocking broke the silence, and Nora turned her head.
Xander strode into the entryway, clutching a few folders. His expression was far more solemn than usual, a deep crease forming between his brows.
One look was all it took for Nora to know something serious had happened. She walked over to him slowly. "What's wrong?"
Xander stayed silent for a second, seemingly choosing his words carefully. Then, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her to the sofa. When they sat, his voice was hesitant. "I need to tell you something, but I don't want you to panic. I got word first thing this morning that Seraphina Shaw has been bailed out. I don't know who pulled the strings yet, but I already have people looking into it."


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