Dane's POV ___
The car glides smoothly along the quiet highway, city lights flickering outside like tiny memories I wish I could forget. It's been a year since I left this place — a whole year since I ran from everything that broke me.
America. The so-called heaven of cities, still shining and alive, just like before. Yet everything feels colder.
Daniel sits beside me, his presence heavy and too close. One of his hands rests over mine, firm and unrelenting. No matter how many times I try to pull away, he doesn't let go. He never does.
After abandoning me… what does he even want now?
Didn't he marry that model, Lisa? Wasn't he happy with her? Didn't he once say he could never hand his baby to a man like me? That he didn't want someone like me in his life?
Then why—why drag me back here again?
I'm so tired. After all my struggle, I finally built a small life in Thailand — quiet, peaceful, my own. But here he is again, shaking the ground beneath me like he always does.
