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Walking out of Wise Horizon, I let out a heavy sigh.

Luna, understanding my mood, said, "Let me drive."

Handing her the keys, I got into the car and looked out the window at the building, a wry smile forming on my lips. Perhaps its existence was like a mirage for me, here one moment and gone the next.

Maybe I was a laughable existence from the start, a mere pawn, regardless of whether Tracy existed or not.

Back at the office, my spirits were low. Luna stopped any employees from disturbing me and let me be alone in my office. I sat in my chair, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window, trying to piece together the entire experience with Joy Wilson. Despite remembering every detail, I still couldn't untangle our relationship.