Chapter 19 The Anatomy Of Control

Adrian -

The study is too still, like glass stretched thin.

Outside, dawn bleeds warm light across the iron-framed windows, but in here nothing moves unless I decide it should.

I set a single folder in the center of my desk.

Her name is the only mark on the cover-black ink, deliberate, final.

No initials. No flourishes.

Just SELENA VEL