There is nothing, he is gone...

As Cindy stormed out of the café, the crowd that had gathered parted like the Red Sea, creating a path for her. The fear she had instilled in everyone was palpable—no one dared to stand in her way after witnessing the sheer force with which she had dispatched Sam's guards. Whispers followed her as she moved, the weight of the eyes upon her heavy, but Cindy didn't care. She was lost in her thoughts, grappling with the bombshell Sam had just dropped. The idea that Alexander could be dead felt like a knife twisting in her gut, yet something within her refused to accept it.