The rain did not stop.
It followed them all the way back.
Neither of them spoke.
Inside the car, silence pressed down like something heavy and unavoidable.
Nguyen Khang sat in the back seat, his gaze fixed ahead.
But his mind was no longer there.
It was in that building.
In that moment.
In her hesitation.
He turned slightly.
Linh sat beside the window, her eyes reflecting the blurred city lights.
Cold.
Distant.
But not calm.
Not anymore.
“You knew him,” Khang said finally.
No anger.
No accusation.
Just a statement.
Linh did not look at him.
“Yes.”
A pause.
Then nothing.
Khang’s jaw tightened.
“That’s all?”
Still no reaction.
The silence stretched.
Then Linh spoke.
“You should worry about yourself first.”
Her tone was quiet.
But sharp enough to cut.
Khang’s ey
