The car moved slowly, leaving the city center behind. Sheena leaned back against the rear seat, while Julio sat beside her. The driver drove carefully, making sure the ride remained comfortable.

“Are you happy, my love?” Julio asked as he turned to her.

“Very much so, my husband,” Sheena answered honestly.

Julio nodded. He turned his gaze toward the window. On the opposite sidewalk, someone stood holding a worn folder. His clothes were neat, but his face looked tired and frustrated.

Julio narrowed his eyes. “Is that… Gevan?”

Sheena turned to look as well. She fell silent for a moment. “Yes.”

Gevan looked like he had just come out of...