Choices.

Lying back on the bed, she stares up at the ceiling, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind.

Memories of Malik flood her mind—the way he'd looked at her before things got bad in their marriage, the fleeting moments that made her heart race, the laughter they shared despite everything.

But then there's the darker side, the painful memories of betrayal and loss that haunt her.

"Focus, Robin," she mutters to herself.

She can't let herself get sidetracked.

This mission is everything, a chance for vengeance that she had worked so hard to achieve.

But why does it hurt so much?

***

Robin lies on her bed, staring up at the ceiling as the evening shadows lengthen across her room. It feels like hours have passed since her phone call with Ramsey, but in reality, only a short time has elapsed.

The silence is deafening, broken only by the occasional creak of the town house settling.