As soon as they stepped into the elevator, Kyle glanced down at Anna and asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah." Anna forced a smile.
"Anna, you don't have to fake it around me," Kyle said, brows furrowed.
"Kyle, I'm not faking." Anna's tone was defensive at first, but as she met his concerned eyes, her lips trembled slightly. "It's just… it's ridiculous, you know? Three years ago, he wanted me dead, and now he's playing the part of a heartbroken lover. I just..."
Kyle let out a sigh as he looked at her—she looked so lost, like a little girl who didn't know what to believe anymore. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, then added, "Seems like he realizes what he did now. Jasmine's already in prison. Have you thought about... maybe forgiving him?"
Anna's head snapped up. "Forgive
