The sun streamed through the large windows of Levi's penthouse, casting a warm glow across the tastefully decorated living room. Lyse and Levi were enjoying a rare moment of peace, curled up on the plush sofa, a comfortable silence enveloping them.
They had spent the day simply enjoying each other's company, a stark contrast to the chaos and uncertainty of the past days. They talked, they laughed, they simply existed in each other's presence, grateful for the normalcy that had finally returned to their lives.
Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the jarring sound of Lottie's voice booming from the television. Lyse, who had been idly flipping through channels, froze, her blood running cold. There, on the screen, was Lottie, her face contorted with anger, her voice dripping with venom.