That night, Gevan could not calm his thoughts. Images of Sheena’s face kept appearing. The way Tania behaved, her evasive answers—everything felt unnatural.

“I’m sure this is your doing,” Gevan muttered while staring at Tania’s apartment building from a distance.

He waited until the situation grew quiet. With careful steps, Gevan slipped inside. The apartment door was not tightly locked. He entered slowly, holding his breath.

“How dare you,” Gevan whispered.

He hid behind a wall, making sure no one was in the living area. The living room light was dim. From inside the bedroom, Tania’s voice could be heard talking on the phone.

“Yes,” Tania’s voice sounded clearly. “That...