KAIA’S POV
I narrowed my eyes at Harold. “Why are you telling me all this? Why did you go through so much stress and put in that much effort to investigate this matter, Harold? What’s in it for you?”
Harold shifted uncomfortably in the bed. He looked everywhere but at me—at the wall, at the floor, even at his own hands, like a five-year-old being scolded by an adult.
“It’s…” His voice cracked, soft and hesitant. “It’s my way of redemption.”
“Redemption?” I echoed, tilting my head.
He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the ground. “For sins I committed long ago. Sins I’m no longer proud of, especially as I’ve grown older.” His shoulders sank, as though a heavy load rested on them.
I leaned back slightly in my chair, arms crossed, watching him. He wasn’t faking the unease in his voice—at
