James pulled the Gemera carefully into the garage, the soft sound of the engine echoing briefly before it quieted into silence.
He sat there for a few seconds, fingers still resting on the wheel, allowing his mind to finally go blank for the first time in hours.
Today had been heavier than he expected. The meeting with Gregor, the planning session with Alina, the constant mental calculations — it had all drained him far more than he realized.
Though he didn't exactly do much but for someone like him who barely leaves the house, it felt like a lot of work.
Finally, he grabbed the key fob, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the house.
Pushing open the front door, James was greeted by the sound of a TV show playing in the background. The cozy scent of the house — a mix of coffee, fresh linen, and faint traces of vanilla — was oddly comforting.
