That was the end of Zane's story.
His face was full of bitterness.
I smiled. "Zane, I have a performance next week. Come watch it at Swan Theater."
His expression froze for a moment. "Eliza, I'm sorry. If only you could help me one more time."
What a joke.
Zane said the same thing in my past life.
He always believed that one more chance would fix everything.
People like him never truly see what they did wrong.
I let out a quiet, mocking laugh.
"Zane, my performance is next week. Make sure you come."
