90. The rain was pouring heavily on this night. The scent of the earth filled El Barack's senses as he took in the coolness of the raindrops. Wet leaves and branches glistened with water, and the continuous dripping provided a soothing backdrop. Justin felt a slight chill as the gentle breeze brushed against his face. The rain seemed to mirror his heartache.

El Barack's fingers clung to the glass in front of him, seeking warmth from the hot chocolate sitting before him. Meanwhile, Alexander could only remain silent, fully aware of what El Barack was going through. His nephew must be deeply hurt. He often appeared melancholic, his smiles forced,...