Aaron sat alone in one of the dimly lit room of the Kingston estate, the curtains drawn, his hands steepled beneath his chin.

He as well as the rest of the family remained at the estate, atleast until all the noise around Mr. Kingston dies down.

For Aaron, his thoughts circled endlessly, around Raina, and never landing on an answer.

Her face kept flashing in his mind over and over again, like a loop.

He didn’t know what to do anymore. Should he search for her, risk everything to find her? Or had too much already been broken? Maybe he was too late. Maybe chasing after her now would only...