~Reo’s~

“You know he still hums that lullaby when he plays alone?”

Her voice marinates the silence before Reo even knows she’s standing in the room. Jennie’s tone isn’t sharp, but it isn’t soft either. It just lands, like a truth she’s not trying to decorate.

Reo turns toward her slowly. She’s by the window, arms folded over her chest. The soft glow of the penthouse lights hit her face in golden waves, but she looks tired. Not just physically—no. Tired in her soul. Worn out from everything.

“I didn’t know,” he says. “About the lullaby.”

Jennie nods once, then steps closer to the armrest of the couch but doesn’t...