Shawn was smoking in the designated smoking area near the washroom when he saw Catherine pass by. His brows furrowed slightly.

The girl had lost a lot of weight.

Though she was still beautiful, her pale complexion and the exhaustion in her eyes didn't escape his notice. She looked drained—sickly, even.

Shawn knew the music studio where Catherine worked. It was a high-end establishment with strict policies that prohibited their teachers from ...