By the time I stepped out of the restroom, my emotions had settled significantly.

　　Lucas led me to the second-floor railing.

　　"What are we doing here?" I asked.

　　He leaned against the railing, lighting a cigarette. The white smoke curled and dispersed before him.

　　"From up high, you can see everything," he said casually.

　　Downstairs, Chloe was chatting with some friends, her laughter exaggerated and cheerful. But when she glanced ...