The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 324

The air grew heavy. Outside the window, a flurry of snow dust spiraled over the ice before soundlessly dissipating. Both men reached for their coffee cups at the exact same time and took a sip.

Josh spoke first. "What are you doing here?"

His tone sounded conversational, but it couldn't hide the flicker of suspicion in his eyes. Ever since he had personally escorted Sloane to Endurance Station five years ago, he had never seen her body brought out.

Garrison had publicly announced that Sloane had sacrificed herself in Antarctica, and that her body now rested eternally beneath this pristine white land.

But... where exactly was she buried? No one knew!

For a time, Josh firmly believed that she wasn't dead—that Garrison was hiding her! That was why he refused to attend her funeral five years ago. But... as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into years, she never reappeared. It had been five whole years, and there hadn't been a single trace of her!

If she were really still alive, wouldn't she have tried to find him?

Garrison looked out the window at the snow-capped peak dyed pale gold by the sun. "Nothing in particular," he said. "I missed her."

"I came to Antarctica to see her."

"So, where did you bury her?!"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

Josh's gaze fell on the dark red frostbite patches on Garrison's face. "How did you get frostbite on your face?"

"I got it here in Antarctica."

"It's the Antarctic summer. The temperature outside is five degrees," Josh stated flatly, sounding as if he were reciting geographical data. "It doesn't get cold enough to give someone frostbite like that."

Garrison's lips curled into a helpless, rigid smile. "Josh, do I really need to explain myself to you?"

"Garrison!" Josh suddenly stood up, looming over him with an unprecedented ferocity burning in his eyes.

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