KITCHEN

The rain has stopped, and now the cold after-rain breeze is blowing around.

Tessa is still wet from the rain, but she didn’t even bother to change.

She has been in the kitchen since she left the training ground.

She’s sitting beside the tall table, arms resting on the table as she stares into space.

“Wow, they’re really roasting you in the mobsters group chat,” Usman said, scrolling through his phone.

“Stop talking about the chat” Rook replied beside him.

They’re both sitting at the other side of the table, in front of Tessa.

“But it’s hard to ignore” Usman replied, and Rook took his phone, smashing it on...