The afternoon had been quieter than usual. I was lost in my own thoughts, trying to organize a day that seemed to drag on like a punishment.
I spent some time going over business papers, but my mind wandered easily.
Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Salin left. And nothing. Not a call. Not a message.
The weight of his absence filled every corner of this house, every space I tried to fill with something meaningless. The clock in the corner of the room seemed to mock me, ticking away every second of my incompetence in distracting myself.
I received a message about my aunt's event. It wasn't something I wanted to attend. Not even close. But I knew I couldn't afford another misstep.
Colen.
He was becoming more and more present in my mind.
The threats, his desperation for revenge, and the fact that it all revolved around something much more personal to me than any power struggle.
It was about Ruka's memory.
