Zoe went to pick up Ella from the hospital.

The chauffeur had just pulled over when someone opened the car door. Zoe was surprised to see who it was.

It was Leslie.

Standing in the snow, he looked disheartened. Zoe didn’t know what to say when she saw Leslie again, so she sat quietly in the car.

In the end, Leslie was the one who spoke first.

“We need to talk, Zoe!”

…

Zoe sat in a coffee shop by the street and looked at the snow piling up outside through the glass, all the while stirring her coffee absentmindedly.

Leslie asked, “Is she doing well?”

Snapping out of her reverie, she looked at him. He was still dressed nicely and looked impeccable. There was a pack of cigars in his hand, but he didn’t smoke any because it was a non-smoking coffee shop. It was obvious he was kind of irritated.

She stopped stirring and took a sip of the coffee. She didn’t raise her eyes.

Instead, she kept her eyes on her coffee and said, “Every time I drank coffee with Ella, she’d say that she