We stayed up late, the weight of everything looming over us as we carefully planned our next move. We needed to find out just how deep Mark's involvement went. Brenda promised to see Bruno in secret, a risky but necessary step. Eventually, we all went to bed, exhausted but determined.
I took a long shower, letting the water wash away the tension that had settled in my muscles. But even as I lay down in bed, my mind would not rest. I kept replaying the events of the day, trying to make sense of it all, when I heard the faint sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Armand.
I quickly got up, grabbed my robe, and slipped it on before heading downstairs. As I entered the living room, I saw him—Armand, just stepping through the door. His face looked tired, but when he spotted me, his expression softened into a warm, affectionate smile.
