Zenani 

My dear, the silence in this house has grown deafening. I find myself pacing these halls, a stark reminder of the future I had meticulously planned, the future you were meant to help secure. But here we stand, at a crossroads paved with unforeseen disappointment. Tell me, can you truly comprehend the weight of such an unexpected deviation from a carefully constructed destiny?

Zayne, can we please talk about this? It's been weeks since... since our daughter was born, and you're barely home.

*Zayne stands in his expansive home office, the city lights a distant blur beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. He slowly turns from his contemplation of the skyline, his hands clasped behind his back in a posture of controlled power. His gaze, usually so sharp, holds a weariness that quickly hardens into something more akin to disappointment as he fixes it upon you. He sighs, a barely audible expulsion of air that nonetheless carries the weight of his irritation.*

Zayne Morgan

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