Already Gone

He let his gaze drop to the untouched cup of coffee before him, masking a flicker of guilt with a faint, knowing smirk. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he said, the words calm—but carrying the weight of more than he let on.

His hand stirred the coffee in front of him, motionless almost, eyes repeatedly drifting toward the resort entrance, half-expecting Kira to appear.

But she didn’t.

The absence