That was the first time I clearly saw the disgust in his eyes.

I supported Candice, trying to defend myself: "It's not like that..."

But he didn't want to hear a word, and he carried Hannah away.

Tears streamed down my face, and Candice didn't say a word. She raised her hand as if to wipe my tears, hesitated, then put it down.

I didn't know when the light on the way home had broken.

I walked ahead, lost in despair, and Candice followed behind me. She kept her distance, neither too close nor too far, maintaining a gap between us.

My patience was almost exhausted, my emotions at their...