Deyonjay sat in his study, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating the documents spread before him. The past weeks had been a whirlwind of revelations and emotions. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," he called out, his voice steady.
Krissan stepped into the room, her eyes searching his face. There was an air of tension between them, a delicate balance of unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
"Deyonjay, we need to talk," she said softly, closing the door behind her.
He nodded, gesturing for her to take a seat. "I know."
She sat down, her hands nervously twisting in her lap. "I don't expect you to forgive me easily, but I want you to know that everything I did, I did because I thought it was the only way to survive."
Deyonjay leaned back in his
