Keegan nodded, and the other person quietly left, closing the door behind them.

Paul’s gaze lingered on the departing figure for a long time.

Keegan filled a bowl with eggnog and placed it on a tray, then gently slid it towards Paul. “Mr. Morant, try it.”

Paul stared at the bowl of eggnog in front of him. Memories began to surface—perhaps it was his rundown childhood home, his parents who called him a burden and refused to support his education, even resenting him for eating an extra piece of meat at dinner. Or maybe it was the little boy who once snuck into his room with a bowl of eggnog, telling him not to cry and promising to always share his sweet soup…

been buried, almost forgotten like they belonged to another

that clung to him like a parasite. The pain from his mutilated ring finger seemed to flare up again, spreading through his entire body, making him feel as though his

hunched over, gripping the table, his body trembling with the intensity of the

his distress and whispered, “Mr. Morant? Are

pale, and sweat beading on his forehead. After what felt like an

only wanted to share a meal with you. It’s been over 20 years. Surely,

was playing mind games. If

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