Feeling the chilly breeze against her body, Serene curled herself like a cooked shrimp. She hugged her knees closer to her torso as she laid on the cold gutter. Exhaustion forced her to sleep.

A gentle pat on her shoulder pulled her out of her sleep. Her lashes flutter as she tries to open her eyes.

“Jus… Justin?” she asked, her voice hoarse and barely got out of her parched mouth.

“No, Madam. It’s me, Jane.” Jane’s gentle voice and eyes tugged her heart. Her cloudy eyes showed her usual gentleness but today, she saw pity mixed in those gentle orbs. Of course she pitied her. Who wouldn’t. She slept...