Lucious stood outside Haven’s door, guilt twisting in his chest as his hands hovered over the handle. His frustration had gotten the better of him earlier and now, he couldn't get the image of Haven’s pained face out of his mind.

“Haven?” He called for the second time and when there was no reply, he took a deep breath before he opened the door and stepped inside.

Haven was sitting by the window, her knees drawn up to her chest as she stared outside absentmindedly.

It was getting dark ...