Jayden was never one to sit back and leave things to chance, least of all when it came to her.
The moment he succeeded in ushering Sarah into the sleek, quiet sanctuary of his car, the trajectory of their morning was set: he was bringing her back home to his apartment. Sarah offered no resistance, nor did she have the strength left to try. Exhausted and thoroughly out of options, she had surrendered the agonizing search for her true parentage entirely into his hands.
A suffocating, heavy silence enveloped the interior of the vehicle as they drove. Neither of them uttered a word, the atmosphere thick with unsaid grievances and unspoken fears, stretching continuously until the luxury sedan finally coasted to a halt inside Jayden's private underground garage.
"You must be starving by now," Jayden remarked, his expression unreadable, his tone utterly flat. "Let's head upstairs. Killian has already prepared breakfast."
