Chapter 4

That evening, I went to see Harvey.

He was lying in bed, his features wrinkled with age.

I sat by his side as we reminisced about the past.

He laughed while we talked.

But every time he laughed, his chest would tighten in pain, and he'd coughed persistently.

My eyes reddened, but I forced a smile.

He seemed to hear the catch in my voice. He said, "Don't waste your tears on an old man like me. Just think—you're finally free from all this mess. You should be happy."

He already knew I'd quit.

"Harvey, it's just temporary. Please don't…