That morning, Gevan arrived at Sheena’s apartment earlier than usual. He stood in front of the door wearing neat clothes, his hair simply combed. There was no trace left of the arrogant man he once was. What remained was only a man trying to rise again.

Sheena opened the door while holding a brown folder in her hand. “Come in.”

“Morning,” Gevan greeted awkwardly.

“Morning,” Sheena replied briefly. “We’ll be leaving a bit later. There’s something I want to talk about first.”

Gevan nodded. He sat on the sofa, observing the room. Sheena’s apartment looked comfortable, clean, and orderly. There were many changes—just like its owner.

Sheena sat across from...