The snow fell soundlessly.

On the cold winter night, Yanni sat quietly in the car, blinking softly. Her mind was blank, and there was no room for thoughts. She could only watch outside and looked at the woman named Denise.

Yanni's instincts told her that Denise’s relationship with Keaton was far from simple. His expression was filled with pain and confusion. It made that clear.

If Yanni hadn’t fallen for Keaton, she would have left by now. Her life had no space for risk or heartache. However