John returned home to a vast, empty house that felt cold and hollow.
He collapsed onto the living room sofa, his body heavy, yet his mind strangely clear.
He closed his eyes, and every little moment he had shared with Sabrina over the past five years surfaced in his mind beyond his control.
When they had first met, Sabrina had been wary of him getting close.
It was only after he saw her smash a man's head open that night that he learned she had been working part-time at the lounge to pay her rent and tuition.
He had gone to her on his own initiative, wanting to help her deal with the aftermath, but she had rejected him outright.
"I don't need your fake kindness." She folded her arms and looked at him with guarded eyes. "Do rich people like you think money can buy everything? Let me t
