"I can reschedule your meeting with Blair Anderson if you want," Lucas offered, his words laced with a subtle undertone of concern. "Perhaps you want to stay in Arizona a little bit longer."
Yves furrowed his brows at the suggestion, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. "No, I need to get this done as soon as possible. I'm going straight to the meeting after we lay Owen and Kimberly in their final resting place," he declared, his voice carrying a shaky resonance.
As he spoke, a palpable weight settled in the air, the gravity of grief and the looming responsibility converging to make each word a laborious effort.
The memories, haunting and relentless, threatened to engulf him once more.
How could he not be reminded of the loss he had to suffer for eliminating his enemies before?
The echoes of past choices reverberated in his mind, a haunting reminder of the toll each vicious step took on those around him.
