Eric looked focused on his laptop screen all day without a break, even though he had just arrived in New York that morning. Zia had asked Eric several times to take a break from his work, but Eric kept saying he was fine.

Even by nightfall, he hadn't spoken a word to Bianca, who had arrived that afternoon.

“Are you sure Eric is okay, Hazel? Oh, sorry. I mean, Zia? I'm just not used to your name yet,” Bianca said.

Zia nodded slowly. “He was fine earlier. But now he's acting strange,” replied Zia.

“Oh, really? Didn't you ask him?”

“I did, but he just said he had work problems.”...