It was only early evening, but the night market food stalls were already buzzing with life.
A lively din of voices, the sizzling aroma of grilled food, and the heavy scent of smoky oil instantly grounded the heart, making everything feel wonderfully real. The place was so packed and noisy that the camera crew couldn't even squeeze in to film.
Perched on a red plastic stool, Maren asked in a low voice, "Why would you bring me here?"
She remembered all too clearly that Callum had never had a single good thing to say about places like this. To him, they were filthy and disorderly, a scene he would never deign to set foot in.
"When you were little, you and Wesley used to sneak out here all the time. I figured you must love it," he said. "And so, if it's something you love, I had to give it
