Chapter 96 The Grand Gesture

The silence had become deafening. Three days. No calls. No texts. No grand gestures. Nothing. Genevieve stood by the hospital window, her fingers gripping the railing as she gazed at the world below. A city that moved on, indifferent to her turmoil. She told herself she didn’t care, that Silas Rockwell could disappear into whatever abyss he crawled from. But her body betrayed her, the restless nights, the hollow ache in her chest, the way her breath hitched every time the door creaked open.