C37 Unwelcome Eyes

Kenji set his phone down on the small kitchen table of Arun’s old apartment, exhaling hard. Aiko poured him tea, her eyes still clouded with worry.

“He sounded so… broken,” she whispered.

Kenji rubbed at his face, jaw tight. “Yeah. That wasn’t the Arun we know. Something’s wrong. I don’t care what he says—we can’t just leave him out there