"Why are you so worked up? Out looking for a fight in the middle of the night?"

Zachary Adams was about to respond when he noticed Rebecca already sitting on a bench, eating.

He looked at her, his expression complicated.

Rebecca was thin, and her slender figure sitting there seemed especially fragile. There was an unexplainable loneliness about her, a kind of quiet sadness that tugged at him, making his emotions a mess.

Zachary pressed his lips together, let out a ...