Morning arrived soft and meek.
The sky was washed in pale gold with sunlight spilling gently over the quiet streets as the city stretched awake. The air carried that early-hour calm before traffic and noise would claw it apart.
And then the Lamborghini purred into the parking lot.
It clearly did not belong there.
The sleek engine cut through the stillness as Karen guided it smoothly into a spot directly in front of the clinic building. The paint gleamed beneath the morning sun, polished to the point of arrogance. It reflected the modest structure of the clinic like it was mocking it.
She stepped out slowly.
Tall leather boots clicked sharply against the pavement, each step deliberate. She adjusted her cropped fur jacket over the sleeveless fitted gown that clung to her body like it had been sculpted onto her. The fabric hugged her waist and hips without apology.
