Lena was humming a tune, eager to share an amusing story with Kylin once she got home. But as she set out on the road back, she was hit by the sudden realization that Kylin had already left Las Vegas.
A pang of loneliness struck her.
Her phone rang at that moment, displaying Finch's name.
Stepping outside to take the call, Lena said, "Finch, I've got a bit of a situation here, so I'll be late getting back."
She had barely finished her sentence when Finch's usually calm voice took on a grave tone. "Lena, I have to leave Las Vegas immediately. It's urgent..."
"What's going on?" Lena asked, never having heard Finch sound so serious.
"It's about my daddy," he replied, his voice firm and decisive, a trace of authority in his tone.
Feeling the weight of his words, Lena pressed, "What kin
