The corridor was quiet, the late evening hush settling over the facility like a soft veil. Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a gentle glow on the polished floor. Angela stood outside Kael's door, her knuckles poised to knock again. She had already tapped twice, each time with growing hesitation.
She wore a light olive-green sweater, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and a pair of black jeans that hugged her frame. Her red hair, vibrant and unruly as always, was pulled into a loose ponytail that cascaded down one shoulder. A small backpack hung off one shoulder, her thumb hooked into its strap. Her expression was pensive, almost shy — the kind of look that hinted at unspoken words.
Still no answer. Her hand dropped. She turned to leave.
Then — footsteps.
Angela paused and turned just in time to see Kael striding down the hallway toward her. His face broke into a smile the moment he saw her, the stormy weariness in his eyes giving way to something lighter, warm
