Night fell heavily over the city, wrapping the grand O’Brian mansion in a suffocating, pitch black darkness. Outside, a gentle wind whistled through the tall trees surrounding the estate, but inside the master suite, the silence was loud and heavy. Romanus lay flat on his back in the middle of his massive king-sized bed. The soft, expensive sheets felt cold against his skin. His dark, tired eyes were wide open, staring endlessly up at the dark ceiling. Hours had passed since he laid down, yet sleep was completely impossible. A heavy, aching restlessness settled deep within his chest. It wasn't the stress of the hockey league, the board members, or Ariel’s temper that kept him awake tonight. It was something far older, far deeper, and far more painful. As the quiet hours of the night dragged on, a soft, familiar voice began to echo in the dark corners of his mind, a voice he had not heard in five long years. It was a gentle, fading whisper, full of love, sadness, and quiet hope. “J
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