The private jet sliced through the overcast sky, descending toward a secluded runway cloaked in the outskirts of Washington, D.C. Thick gray clouds clung to the horizon like secrets unshed, casting the winter landscape in a soft, haunting pallor. In the distance, the familiar silhouette of the Capitol stood obscured by mist, blurred by time and memory. Home, by definition. But not in feeling. Inside the aircraft, silence reigned. It wasn't the peaceful kind. It was the kind born from too many truths left hanging, hovering in the air like glass ornaments—fragile, untouched, and trembling with the weight of what might be said. Jason sat motionless, one arm resting on the armrest, the other curled beneath his jaw. His gaze drifted from the rain-speckled window to the woman seated across from him. Charlotte. She was beautiful in the way still waters are—composed on the surface, but raging somewhere beneath. The waning sunlight cut through the cabin’s window, gilding the side of her
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