The morning sun cut through the thin curtains of Scarlett's apartment, creating long shadows that danced across the floor. She sat at the kitchen table, her fingers tightly wrapped around a mug of coffee that had cooled long ago. Nathan leaned against the kitchen cabinet, arms crossed and a look of deep concern on his face as he watched her.
"Scarlett, you've been quiet all morning," Nathan said. "Is this about what happened last night?"
"It's more than just last night," Scarlett cut in, finally meeting his eyes. They looked weary, but there was a new connection glittering in them that Nathan hadn't noticed before. "It's everything—Victor, your father, my family... all of it."
Nathan moved closer, really wanting to understand. "Then please tell me, what did Victor say to you?"
