The day had been overwhelmingly stressful for Davis. He hadn't just met with his security team, but also gathered in-depth reports and critical intelligence from his most trusted aides which he had kept at bay because he lost his leg.
Though, he never thought he would made met them in a wheelchair but after the visit, he was relieved and happy. He discovered his sitting on the wheelchair never stopped him from anything.
Each conversation and report pointing back to the layers of the storm brewing around him. Though, he was gradually picking up the scattered pieces of his life, he was not reckless. Every step he took was cautious. The betrayal and hidden dangers from within his family had taught him to tread carefully—never to trust blindly again and never to let his guard down despite the responsibilities.
That evening as they returned back to their room, Jessica noticed the fatigue etched across Davis's face.
