Lebu pushed himself through the crowded streets of Trade Ward.
He moved toward a designated safe house. The people and the bustling scenery passing him by barely registered in his mind. His steps were fast and uneven, and his mind was elsewhere.
Earlier, when Lebu had seen Nilrem wearing that familiar hat, a part of him dismissed it as a coincidence. Kenny had once arranged a similar one for him when he was uncovering the clues left behind by the youth to find the evidence.
As slim as the chance was, Lebu had clung to the hope that it was a passing coincidence. Nothing more than that.
He didn't want to unearth the memories related to the dusk-skinned youth. He had buried them deep in his heart because recalling them only opened an old wound, the pain of knowing the boy had died due to his own negligence.
Even now, Lebu had never truly forgiven himself for Kenny's death.
How could he?
