Eight Years Gone
Returning to our temporary lodging, I coaxed him to sleep when I received a call from a friend.
"Howard Quinn is looking into you. Should I stop him?"
"No, it's fine."
Our trip to Kappa City was only for seven days. After those seven days, Howard and I would lead our own lives, like parallel lines, never crossing each other again.
After the call, the doorbell rang.
"Nina, let's talk."
Howard stood in front of the door with a delicately decorated cake. He openly took in the 'simple' place, not hiding his disdain and condescension.
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