James
I had just returned to the Mansion. On my desk lay a thick file detailing Duan Kun’s crimes—pages filled with accounts of his abuse, both coercive and violent. The sheer scale of it turned my stomach, and I could barely stomach the thought of what could’ve happened if Zelda hadn’t escaped him that night.
The room felt heavy with my anger as I read on, each detail stoking the fire of my rage. I was lost in it until the vibration of my phone broke through the tension.
Her name on the screen immediately drew my focus. She’d unblocked me and sent a message, asking to meet. My grip on the anger loosened slightly as I read her words, and for the first time in hours, the icy edge in my chest dulled.
Without hesitation, I threw the file into the trash and turned to Lei, who sto
