Arlo drove off without a destination in mind. Perhaps somewhere far from meeting rooms, from constant surveillance, far from everything.

And what awaited his journey was the same mountain in that small town, their villa sat on top, untouched and empty.

For the first time ever since his family’s death, he was now alone. No one to watch him, no one to judge him. No expectations.

Quietly, he walked outside and headed towards the vast field.

The horses they used to ride were gone from the stables, and it reminded him again of his loneliness.

Something in him finally broke.

Arlo dropped to his knees, his hands tightly clutching against...