Vania sat at her desk with a somber expression, fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee gone cold. Her eyes were not fixed on the laptop screen in front of her, but lost in the storm of thoughts circling in her mind.

She knew she couldn’t keep this secret any longer. The more she held it in, the heavier it became. And every time she looked at Arga, guilt weighed down her heart.

Arga stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in a simple black shirt. His hair was slightly tousled, but his sharp gaze still burned with energy. “You’ve been up long?” he asked as he made his way toward...