Cathy's POV
The car ride was quiet at first, filled only with the hum of the engine and the occasional blare of a passing vehicle. Kim Do Hwan drove with a casual ease, one hand resting on the wheel, the other tapping against the dashboard to an unheard rhythm. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, though I wasn’t really seeing anything at all.
My phone felt heavy in my lap. The message from Seojun still lingered on the screen, its words burning into my mind like an imprint I couldn’t erase.
"Because you don't know who he is."
So simple. So vague. And yet, it held a weight I wasn’t sure I was ready to carry.
The city lights blurred past the window as Kim Do Hwan’s car sped through the streets. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, my fingers clenched around the strap of
