At the End of the Tunnel
“Nora, I’m so sorry… I will never be able to make it up to you for this…”
As the police led them away, the conference room fell silent.
Julian began pushing my wheelchair toward the exit. Once we were inside the elevator, he suddenly fell onto his knees and buried his face in my lap.
“Nora.”
“Yeah?”
“You said earlier that you waited for me in the black market for a very long time.”
I gently stroked his hair and said, “But didn’t you come in the end?”
He raised his head, his eyes slightly bloodshot.
The elevator doors slid open, and warm sunlight instantly flooded into the space. He pushed me out, crossing the grand lobby and passing through the glass doors toward the parking lot.