“Sorry, but once you find the original for these designs, please inform us.” Declan gave these photos and left with Kyran.

Kyran’s gaze turned to the direction of the bicycle. It prompted Declan to ask, “What’s wrong?”

He looked away. “Nothing.”

He felt hollow. Not having enough rest only exacerbated his unrest—he frequently looked as though he was a soulless husk wearing a pale, lifeless face.

Declan could not watch his friend any longer. “You gotta stop following me around, I think. You’ve only just recovered, and… now is the critical time to rest up.”

“I can’t,” Kyran replied candidly. Just the thought that Deirdre might have fallen off the cliff and died broke his heart. “I don’t know if she’s dead or alive! Even if she were dead… Even if she were dead, I would leave only after seeing her lifeless body right in front of me!”

The rising tides would gradually bring any flotsam to the shore, would it not? Even a dead body would end up here one day. He simply needed to wait. I