Comhroinn Fuaime

But most days… she didn’t. --- And on one of those nights… Ethan wasn’t home. --- He had a late meeting. --- The kind that couldn’t be postponed. --- So he went. --- The restaurant was quiet. Upscale. Dim lights. Soft music drifting through the air. --- Ethan stepped inside. --- Near the entrance. --- Close enough to see the entire floor… but far enough to remain unnoticed. --- The host told him his client would arrive shortly. --- So he waited. --- Still. --- Calm. --- Until something… shifted.