The academic symposium ended at four-thirty on the afternoon of the third day. Afterward, Riley treated Miles to dinner. During the meal, Miles mentioned he had hospital matters to attend to and had already booked a seven o'clock return flight. He asked when she planned to leave.
Since Riley didn't know anyone else in the city, she figured she would book a flight back to Statenbury right after dinner.
They headed to the airport together, and Miles left first. Riley's flight was at seven-thirty. It was nearly ten by the time she got home. Alora was already asleep. She tiptoed into the room, kissed her daughter's cheeks a few times, and went to her own room to shower.
While showering, Riley looked at the fading marks on her skin. Her heart ached with a sharp twinge. She let out a heavy breath and forced herself to compose her emotions.
After returning to bed, she didn't go to sleep right away. She planned to organize the notes she had taken over the past two days. Just as she opened her notebook, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen. Caller ID: Sebastian.
Her previously calm heart instantly rippled with emotion.
She stared blankly at the flashing screen until the call went to voicemail. Soon, the screen went black, plunging the room into darkness.
Looking down at her notebook, Riley lost all motivation to study. She slumped against the headboard, lost in thought.
Ding—
A notification chimed.
Riley snapped out of her daze and grabbed the phone. It was a message from Sebastian: [I'm at the door. Let's meet.]
At the door?
Riley immediately put down her phone and practically jogged out of the room. But as she reached the entryway, she stopped dead in her tracks. Should she see him?
She had been running for three days; it was time to face him.
She took a deep breath, gathered her emotions, and slowly walked to the door. When she opened it, Sebastian was standing there in a black overcoat, bringing the chill of the outside air with him. His entire demeanor radiated a freezing aura.
His eyes were hollow, and fatigue lined his features. It was obvious he hadn't slept well these past few days.



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