The next day, I woke up in Joonseo's arms. His warm hug lingered around me like a soft blanket, making it hard to move. But I had to. Carefully, I shifted, gently moving his hand off me, trying not to wake him.
But of course, he noticed.
"Minji," he said, his voice husky with sleep.
I turned back, caught red-handed. "Did I wake you?"
"It's fine," he replied with a sleepy smile, eyes barely open. "Why are you up so early?"
"I'm going to the police station."
He sat up instantly, rubbing his eyes. "You want to be there when Jieun gets questioned by the detectives?"
"Yes. I want to make sure everything goes well."
He nodded slowly, understanding this wasn't just about court cases. "Do you want me to come with you?"
I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I think I need to face this on my own."
He didn't push. He knew this wasn't just a legal thing. It was personal. Deep, painful, and old. Something I needed to face with my own strength.
