Chapter 4

"Sorry," I apologized instinctively, but when I looked up, I got lost in a pair of deep eyes.

There was a man in a wheelchair.

He was dressed in a sharp black suit, looking every bit the gentleman, though his face was noticeably pale.

A thin blanket was draped over his legs, making it impossible to see what was going on underneath.

He just sat there, quietly watching me. His eyes were steady and unreadable, yet somehow felt like they could pierce right through to the secrets buried deep inside me.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of panic. I blurted…