Eric had forgotten. So had Van.

Today, bringing Winnie home was supposed to be about an apology—for the borrowed money, for concealing Wendy's identity, and for the delay in his response over the past five days when he had failed to make things right. He had spent time thinking of ways to make it up to her.

That effort now lay untouched on the coffee table in the guest room.

Winnie sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the small gacha machine in front of her.

It was ...