The first light of dawn was just brushing the sky with pale gold when Min-jae's car screeched to a halt in front of the Han family estate. He hadn't slept, his mind a frantic loop of Seo-jun's unavailable phone and his father's broken confession. This was the only lead he had.
He slammed the car door and strode to the main entrance, jamming his finger on the doorbell with a desperate, insistent pressure.
A moment later, the door swung open. Hye-mi stood there, wrapped in a robe, her hair disheveled from sleep. When her eyes landed on Min-jae, wild-eyed and desperate on her doorstep, her face paled with shock.
"Min-jae? What are you—"
Before she could finish, she quickly stepped outside, pulling the door shut firmly behind her. She grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong, and pulled him away from the house, toward the side of the building where they wouldn't be overheard.
"Wha— What is this, Hye-mi?" Min-jae asked, confusion and frustration warring in his voice.
