It had started to rain just moments after Sylvester left, a slow drizzle pattering against the windows of the penthouse. Winter stood silently by the glass, a warm coffee cup nestled between her palms, its heat a small comfort against the chill creeping into her bones.
Kalix entered quietly and joined her, his gaze following hers out the window. Neither spoke, the weight of the past few days thick in the air between them. Only the rhythmic sound of raindrops tapping against the glass broke the silence.
A knock at the door pulled them from their stillness.
"Master, Sean is here," James announced from the hallway.
Without a word, Kalix and Winter exchanged a glance before following him downstairs.
Sean stood in the foyer, his posture sharp and eyes serious as he held a sealed file in one hand. His coat was damp from the rain, but the focus in his expression remained unshaken.
