That night, Adrian came home with heavy steps. After everything that had happened at the hospital, he longed to find comfort in his own house. A home that was supposed to be warm, a place where Deviana always waited for him patiently.

But when the door opened, what welcomed him was silence. The living room light glowed dimly, the faint scent of dinner still lingered in the air, yet the warm greeting he always longed for was nowhere to be found.

“Deviana?” Adrian called softly.

From the kitchen, Deviana appeared with calm steps. Her face was bare, her hair tied simply. A faint smile curved her lips, but something about...