The first cracks began to show on a Tuesday morning. The kind of morning that should have been ordinary—calm, even. But lately, nothing about our lives felt calm. Dominic was pacing the living room, phone pressed to his ear, his voice sharp as he barked out orders to someone on the other end. I sat at the kitchen counter, staring at my untouched coffee, the familiar knot of tension tightening in my chest. The night before, we had stayed up late strategizing, poring over every piece of intel we could gather on Anthony and his allies. The lack of sleep clung to both of us, making the air between us heavy and prickly. As Dominic ended the call, he tossed his phone onto the couch with a little more force than necessary. He turned to me, his expression a mix of exhaustion and frustration. “We’re running out of time,” he said, his voice tight. I nodded, my throat dry. “I know.” But knowing didn’t make it any easier. --- The pressure was relentless. Every day brought new challenges,
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