The suite door opened with a soft click, and immediately the concierge entered with the bags. The room was spacious and modern, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows offered a mesmerizing view of the Persian Gulf, where the morning sun sparkled on the calm waters like a golden mirage.

"Suitcases delivered, sir," said the concierge with a slight professional smile, already heading for the exit.

Thor took a generous bill from his wallet and handed it to the young man, who thanked him discreetly with a slight nod before disappearing down the silent corridor.

Celina followed close behind and stopped in the center of the room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the landscape beyond the glass—a vast, serene, and silent blue that seemed to have no end. For a moment, she lost herself there. A strange feeling came over her, as if that view symbolized the chasm that now existed between her and everything she believed about her life. And at the same time, a question hammered her mind: what