“Wait! Sir, the gate is closing!”

Devandra nearly shoved past the airport security officer. His breath was ragged, and his semi-formal shirt clung to his body, soaked with sweat. He didn’t care. His leather shoes were nearly torn from sprinting across the parking lot all the way to the domestic departure gate.

His eyes scanned the crowd of passengers lining up to board a flight to Denpasar. And there—at the end of the boarding gate corridor—he saw the figure that made his heart plummet.

Vania.

She was walking beside Revaldo. They looked relaxed, like two people about to enjoy a peaceful vacation. Revaldo was carrying Vania’s small bag, and she...