Kaira's POV

He led me to a small café across from my apartment. I had never stepped inside before. The place was popular in the neighborhood, but I always kept to myself. Home was safer. Quiet, and invisible. That was how I liked it after everything with my family.

I had met the owner once. He once appeared out of nowhere while I was taking out the trash and claimed he got lost, looking for someone. It was strange because my building was isolated from the main street. He later mentioned his ...