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    In the car, Norton sat in the back seat, gazing at the empty spot beside him. The one Yvonne usually upied. Without her, it felt strangely hollow.


    Then, his thoughts churned as Z’s words reyed in his mind. Yvonne had made the fruit tter herself. Carefully, thoughtfully—just for him. She’de to his door, trying to mend the rift between them. And he’d missed it. Because he’d fallen asleep.


    He rubbed his temples, the weight of regret pressing down harder with each passing second. Why did he have to fall asleep at that moment?


    The city rolled by beyond the window.


    Then, without looking up, Norton spoke in a low voice. “Take me to the airport.”


    The driver didn’t question it. He simply changed direction and headed for the airport.


    Norton leaned back, eyes closed, unsure of what he was doing—but certain of one thing. He needed to see Yvonne.


    Yvonne had just arrived at the airport. Margie was already at the entrance, waving frantically.


    “Yvonne! Finally! Hurry up!” Margie called.


    Yvonneughed lightly and jogged over. “We’ve still got time, Margie. Why the rush?” She smiled, but the worry hadn’t left her eyes. She hadn’t had a chance to exin things to Norton. She wondered if he was still upset.


    Margie tugged her along, chatting away, but Yvonne only half-listened. Clutching her boarding pass, Yvonne checked her phone again. There was still some time before check-in, but the message she’d been hoping for hadn’te.


    She forced a sad smile and turned off the phone. It didn’t seem like he would message her.


    Soon, therge disy screen showed her flight number. It was time for her to board.


    Yvonne paused and looked back onest time, but no one was there. She boarded with Margie, her heart heavy as the gate closed behind them. The ne climbed into the sky, slicing through the clouds, leaving a white streak in its wake.


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    Norton arrived at the airport moments toote. He stepped out of the car just in time to see her flight soaring above him, shrinking into the sky.


    For a long moment, he just stood there—quiet, unmoving—lost in thought.


    Norton lingered in the airport parking lot for what felt like ages, his eyes tracking the ebb and flow of travelers weaving through the terminal’s entrance.


    Eventually, he retrieved his phone and dialed Leif’s number. “Find out where Yvonne’s headed on this business trip.”


    His voice was measured, bordering on indifferent, but the tight grip on his phone hinted at the storm beneath his calm surface.


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