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, she had fallen for him. She couldn’t bring herself to leave, not when happiness seemed so close and within her grasp.

The difference in temperature between inside and outside fogged the car windows, casting Denise's silhouette in a hazy blur. Soon, she approached the car. Her movements were so familiar and natural. She opened the door with ease and called out softly, "Keaton."

The rush of cold air filled the car, and it was sharp enough to stir Ella awake. She blinked her large eyes groggily