Several days had passed since the incident in the apartment parking lot. For Gevan, those days felt increasingly heavy. He felt the distance between himself and Sheena growing wider, as if whatever he did was always too late.

In a fairly quiet café, Gevan sat in a corner of the room. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his eyes staring straight ahead. Not long after, a woman entered with confident steps. Her long hair fell neatly down her back, her gaze sharp.

Tania.

She saw Gevan and approached without a smile. “You’re the one who contacted me?”

Gevan stood briefly out of courtesy. “Thank you for coming.”

Tania sat...