“I don’t understand… why are you being this nice to me?”

Vania looked at the man in front of her, her voice soft but laced with suspicion. Her hands were still wrapped around the hot coffee she’d bought from a small café near the park.

The man—whom she’d only met a few days ago in front of her family’s house—gave a faint smile.

“Because you look like someone who needs a friend. And besides, not everyone has bad intentions, Vania.”

Vania fell silent. His words hit something deep inside her. She had been betrayed too many times to trust so easily. Especially after Devandra and Karen… and the family who...