Reinhart suddenly fell to the ground, his knees giving way as if all his strength had left him. Hans rushed forward and immediately helped him up.
“What happened to you?” Hans asked in panic, brushing the dust from Reinhart’s pants. “Rein, is something wrong? Please, talk to me,” he added, his voice now filled with worry after seeing Reinhart’s pale face.
“I…I have to go,” Reinhart whispered shakily, his voice trembling as much as his hands. “I have to confirm something,” he added, his eyes wide with fear as his body quivered. He stood up and started walking away, but Hans quickly caught his arm and stopped him.
The last time Hans saw Reinhart in this kind of state was years ago—during his last heartbreak, when he lost the man he thought he would marry. That same broken look was now in
