Zoey stood at the doorway, stunned to see Mia there.
Their eyes met, and the tension was so thick it felt like time had stopped.
"What's going on here?" A lazy voice suddenly broke the silence.
Owen walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. A deep blue bathrobe hung loosely on him, offering a glimpse of his toned chest and legs. The look exuded a raw, physical strength.
Mia's eyes flickered with sadness as she saw Owen. "Do you remember what today is?" she asked, her voice quivering.
Owen paused in drying his hair.
Mia managed a faint smile tinged with bitterness.
"It's the sixth anniversary of Mona's death today. You didn't forget, did you?"
Mona's death anniversary?
Zoey's heart skipped a beat as she instinctively glanced at Owen.
Mona, the woman who bore an uncanny re
