C55 Closing In On The Leak

He went to the bathroom, the porcelain tiles cold under his feet. He showered quickly, the hot water a temporary balm to the tension in his muscles. He dressed, pulling on a crisp white shirt and a tailored suit, the formality of a shield against the storm brewing within him.

He glanced at the bed, where Isabelle lay still, her hair a tangled mess on the pillow, her face serene in sleep