Aiden stood on the bridge, where he usually kept himself calm. The snow still faithfully rained down on the city of N. The cold air pierced his bones and joints. But it had no effect on Aiden.

"Where are you, Cath? Aiden murmured, staring ahead.

He could feel it now—the tightness of loss. The tightness of being left behind and the tightness of this longing

A thousand times, he told himself that he had locked himself in those shackles.

Evelyn was right. Catherine and Agneta were different, but it was clear that Catherine loved her. Whereas Agneta-?

Even Aiden himself couldn't answer that. Agneta chose to be with him out...