The room was too quiet.
Kendella sat on the edge of the sofa, her fingers tracing the edge of the letter Aurielle had left. She looked better—if "better" meant her eyes were no longer glass and her spine was no longer made of water. She had a goal now: find her mother's killer.
Across from her, Jae-Hyun watched her more closely than usual, his eyes searching hers every time she moved as if he were waiting for her to shatter again.
His eyes studied her like she was glass—like one wrong move would shatter her again.
"Are you going to keep staring at me like that?" Kendella muttered, her voice hoarse but steady.
Jae-Hyun didn't answer immediately.
Because the truth was sitting in his chest like a loaded gun.
And he didn't know how to fire it without destroying her.
Kendella leaned forward, reaching for the remote on the table.
"I want to check the news," she said.
