STRIKER

A few hours of sleep couldn’t compensate for my exhaustion. I needed the whole day or even a week. Then I woke up with a horrible hangover headache in the hotel room and still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

I went to the men’s boutique on the corner to buy a new set of clothes before I took the quickest shower because I had an appointment with my father.

And then, there was still a heavy yet hollow feeling in my chest whenever I thought of London. I didn’t even know how we ended up here—in this situation, but I was giving her what she desired.

I stopped...