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Above Everything 

Author: Favor V April
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-20 18:35:14

~Julian~

The car collected her at four thirty.

She was already in the lobby when I arrived. Light jacket, hair down, and that look of a woman who was awake and functional but had reserved judgement on whether the hour warranted it.

"Four thirty," she said.

"Sunrise doesn't negotiate," I said.

She looked at me for a moment. Then she walked to the car.

The balloon launch site was forty minutes outside the city, a flat stretch of desert that the company used specifically because it had no light po
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