Her eyes scanned quickly, then stopped on him.
Their eyes met. Fiona froze for half a heartbeat, then moved—fast, almost rushing to close the distance.
Caleb didn't move. Just stared, cold. Behind the mask, though, a faint smile tugged at his lips.
Just like I thought. Straight here.
Fiona stopped right in front of him. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned with resolve.
"Caleb…" Her voice was soft but firm.
Caleb just stared back, unblinking. Then, almost imperceptibly, he gave a small nod.
Fiona pulled out the chair across from him and sat. A faint trace of perfume cut through the dusty library air—soft, sweet. For a moment, Caleb blinked. It pulled up an old memory. But he shook it off fast.
Fiona leaned forward, hands clasped together on the table between them. No small talk, no hesitation.
"Caleb, you have to stop. Stop all of this. Don't keep being a criminal."
The words hit his ears like needles.
