Chapter 89

GIDEON

The city was never quiet.

But tonight, even Manhattan’s chaos—the honking, the distant hum of engines, the blur of voices carried on the wind—faded into something low and far away.

Dull. Insignificant.

I stood at the edge of my living room, the lights dimmed, a glass untouched in my hand.

The skyline stretched out before me like temptation. Like escape.

But there was nothing out there