In Ragnar's private plane, silence filled most of the cabin.
The soft hum of the engines echoed quietly in the background while thick clouds drifted past the windows outside. The farther north they traveled, the darker and colder the scenery became.
Ren sat sprawled on the leather sofa with one arm resting over his eyes.
Across from him, Ragnar worked on his laptop calmly, occasionally typing something before taking small sips from his coffee.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
But despite the silence, Ren's mind refused to rest.
Every time he closed his eyes—
He saw Evie.
The way she cried.
The way she apologized.
The way she said she loved him before walking away.
His chest tightened painfully again.
"You've been absent from the game for almost a month now."
Ragnar's voice suddenly broke the silence.
His eyes remained focused on the laptop screen while he spoke casually.
"Leonel and the others can handle it," Ren answered quietly.
His voice sounded tired.
