The First and perhaps, the Last.

The evening sun began to set, casting long shadows across the bustling streets. Isla hurried home, her thoughts tangled in a mess of worry and suspicion.

Reaching her apartment, she fumbled with the digital lock, her hands trembling slightly. The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, immediately sensing the tension in the air.

Mr. Horatio was pacing in the living room, his expression a mix of fear and frustration. The moment he saw her, relief washed over his face, quickly followed by a surge of emotions he couldn't contain.

"Isla!" he exclaimed, rushing to her.

Without a second thought, he pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as if afraid to let go.

Isla felt the warmth of his embrace, the strength of his hold, and for a moment, all her anxieties melted away.

She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart.