The van ride back to the Conrad was quiet in a way that felt heavy. Everyone pressed against their windows or staring at their phones, but not really seeing anything. F. Jay's words from earlier were still sitting in the air between them, unspoken, like something they all agreed not to poke at yet.
Haejin was the worst of them. He had his elbow propped on the window ledge, thumb pressed against his lips, eyes somewhere far away.
Soorin watched him for a second before looking back at her own reflection in the glass.
'Whatever he knows, he'll tell you when he's ready, she thought. Or he won't. Either way, tonight isn't the night.'
She let it go.
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The Conrad lobby hit them like a wave the second the doors slid open.
Racks of clothes being wheeled around corners. Staff moving in three different directions at once with the focused energy of people who would absolutely not stop to explain themselves.
