Breaking Point

It was the first morning in what felt like forever that the world outside the glass windows of the penthouse felt still. No alarms. No threats lurking in the shadows. Just quiet.

Lena stood in the kitchen, coffee in hand, staring out at the city skyline. The early morning light painted everything in soft hues of gold and orange. She could feel the weight of the past few weeks lifting, slowly but surely. But there was still a long way to go. Rivers Company might not be out of the woods, but for the first time in a long while, Lena felt like they had a fighting chance.

“Morning, love,” Ethan’s voice broke her thoughts, and she turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair messy and his shirt rumpled from sleep.

“Morning,” she replied, smiling at him as she handed him a mug of coffee. It wasn’t much, but the gesture felt like a moment of normalcy—something they hadn’t had in a long time.