Gavin had thought about her so many times since that brief moment they crossed paths.
That strange night, when their eyes met on the road—he couldn’t forget it. She looked so broken, tears falling down her face under the dim streetlights. That image stayed with him. He wanted to know who she was, what had happened to her.
But all he had was her name. Searching for her felt like searching for a needle in a desert.
Eventually, he gave up… hoping that maybe, just maybe fate would lead her back to him somehow.
And now, here she was. Right in front of him.
In his family’s house.
"Alina…" he said quietly, almost in disbelief. The name sounded so familiar in his mouth. That night, her friend had called her that after she had fainted. and ever since, the name had stayed in his memory.
