“Why… why isn’t he coming? He should’ve been here by now…”

Laphne paced nervously in her room at the top of the tower, her feet tracing the same path over and over.

“I haven’t done anything wrong… have I?”

The reason for her growing anxiety was the man she had been waiting for—Ken Feinstein. He hadn’t arrived at the tower yet. Normally, by this time, he would have come, and they would be having dinner together.

But today, he hadn’t shown up.

“Ken… ugh… Ken…” Laphne whimpered.

Logically, she knew he would come. Even if not today, then tomorrow, or …