The car drove on in silence, the atmosphere heavy with Naomi's unanswered questions. She sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, though her mind was elsewhere.
The thoughts swirling in her head refused to settle, each one pulling her deeper into her curiosity about Zylan. From the moment they met, she'd sensed there was something unique about him, something different. But now, she was beginning to understand that Zylan was a man of secrets—secrets so deeply buried that he might never share them with anyone.
Yet, despite the mystery that surrounded him, her curiosity gnawed at her. Naomi wanted to understand him, but fear held her back. She worried about crossing boundaries, especially in a marriage like theirs. Could she really ask him about something so personal? Did she even have the right to?
