Confession

March 30, 2024 — 10:45 AM

Sentinel HQ, Bonifacio Global City

The elevator ride up to the 41st floor was quiet, save for the hum of machinery and the gentle clinking of Angel's coffee thermos against her bag. Matthew stood beside her, dressed in a crisp navy blazer now, hair brushed back, but the calm in his expression lingered—like something inside him hadn't quite returned to speed.

Angel glanced sideways, a soft smile curling on her lips. "You're quieter than usual."

He looked down at her, then gave a small smile of his own. "Just… thinking."

She tilted her head. "About what?"

The elevator chimed before he could answer, and the doors slid open to reveal Sentinel's command deck.