Two Weeks Later
New York
“Welcome to New York, Sara,” Kingsley said softly as they stood on the balcony of her new penthouse, the Manhattan skyline stretching endlessly before them, alive with light and movement.
The cool evening breeze brushed gently against Sara’s face, lifting strands of her blonde hair as she stood still, holding a glass of wine in her hand.
Her eyes remained fixed on the city, taking in the endless sea of lights that pulsed with life below.
Even after two weeks, the view had not lost its impact. It still felt unreal, like something she had stepped into by accident rather than earned through pain and persistence.
“I still can’t believe this is real,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a trace of disbelief that had not fully faded.
“Sometimes I wake up think
