Chapter 25
The roar of the city returned in a deafening rush, but to Evan, it sounded like static. He stood paralyzed by the curb, the grey paint of his car shimmering like a taunt in the fading light. He watched Serenity’s retreating figure, a small, defiant silhouette weaving through the New York crowd, until the sidewalk swallowed her whole.
Beside him, the passenger door of the Lamborghini clicked open. Leo stepped out, his movements stiff and tentative, as if he expected the very air to catch fire. He didn't look at Evan; he looked at the spot where Serenity had been standing, his face a mask of weary realization.
“You’re a real piece of work, Sterling,” Leo said, his voice devoid of its usual drunken bravado. It was hollow, echoing the street’s emptiness.
“Shut up, Leo,” Evan sna
