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I woke up before the sun did.The room was quiet, too quiet, like the world was holding its breath. The curtains were half open, letting in a thin line of pale light. It touched the edge of the bed, warm and gentle, but my body stayed stiff. Sleep hadn’t really helped. It never did these days. My eyes burned, my head felt heavy, and my heart was already tired before the day even began.I stayed still for a long moment, listening.Just calm.That calm should have felt good. Instead, it made me uneasy.I slowly turned my head. The chair beside the bed was empty. Sean wasn’t there. For some reason, that small thing made my chest tighten. I told myself not to be stupid. He couldn’t sit next to me all the time. He had work. Calls. A life outside this room.Still, the space he left behind felt louder than any noise.I pushed myself up carefully. My body protested, pain pulling at places I tried not to think about. The doctor said I was healing well. That word well felt strange. Healing on t

Ray POV The city never really slept. It only slowed down.Ray drove through empty roads and half-lit streets, the glow of screens reflecting off his tired eyes. Coffee sat untouched in the holder. He didn’t need it anymore. His mind was sharp, locked in, running faster than any caffeine could help.For days now, he had been moving like a ghost. No badge. No backup. Just old habits and newer tech. He followed phone pings, wiped numbers, and closed networks. Every trail looked dead at first glance. But Ray knew better. Dead ends were never really dead. They were just waiting for the right angle.And Ray always found the angle.He parked near a closed metro station and pulled his laptop onto his lap. Multiple windows lit up the screen. Warehouse footage. Hospital records. Encrypted messages. Old case files. Photos from years ago that no one else would bother to connect.He leaned back and exhaled slowly.The attack on Ethan wasn’t meant to kill him.The warehouse wasn’t meant to stand.