Scarlett's hardest decision

Ezra's mind was a battlefield of thoughts as he drove home, the commissioner's words looping relentlessly in his head. Scarlett had to go to Italy. That was non-negotiable. But so was his presence beside her.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. There was no way he was letting her walk into the lion's den alone.

By the time he reached his penthouse, his tension had only doubled. He pushed open the door, stepping inside with heavy thoughts swirling in his mind—only for all of them to pause at the sight before him.

Scarlett stood in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she stirred something on the stove. The warm scent of spices filled the air, mingling with the soft glow of the overhead lights.

For a long moment, Ezra just watched.

It was a sight he didn't know he needed after the day he had. A sight he wanted to come home to every night.