Viona's POV
I heard Rafael's footsteps following me and Mr. Kleith from behind. Why did he call him by name? Were they not close?
I needed space, free from my closeness with Rafael.
It was cold, late autumn, but whenever he was around, my boundary suddenly turned into the hottest summer.
I still couldn't believe that Rafael Kingston could apologize to someone. To me.
Had I been mistaken all this time? About our problem, or must I say our misunderstanding, now. Was he telling the truth? What proof did he have?
I turned to Mr. Auburn Kleith and saw that his face was incredibly cheerful.
I had only ever seen him in the media. I never expected the figure who looked so stern, dignified, and frigid could laugh with a warm, wide beam like a summer sunrise.
My hand clung to his arm, intending to guide him, but the tap-tap-squeeze he threw at my hand made me feel like he guided me instead. It hit a sweet, comforting spot in my chest I never knew existed.
