Years later, Denise returned without any warning. It was completely unexpected.

…

Pale blue smoke lingered between them before it was melted by the falling snow. Keaton stared at Denise with a trace of bloodshot red in his eyes.

Every time Keaton saw Denise, he couldn’t help but think of Callan, who was gentle and kind-hearted. He pondered on how love had tortured Callan to death. When he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, “Why have you come back?”

The light snow fell on Denise’s shoulders