The atmosphere in the carriage was tense, even though there were just the two of them. Yohana's face remained stoic, but Henrie was certain that a storm was raging inside her.
Who wouldn't feel that way when about to meet their past lover? Perhaps I'd react the same if I were in her shoes, Henrie thought.
Yohana fixed her gaze on the window. She wasn't enjoying the scenery; the curtain was drawn to avoid identification by any passersby. Instead, she stared into emptiness as her mind processed various thoughts.
It was a saddening situation, and Henrie, viewing himself from a third person's perspective, felt a sense of pathetic helplessness. He was aiding the love of his life in saving the man of her dreams, a twisted scenario that stabbed his heart repeatedly.
Yet, staying completely away was not an option. Henrie couldn't find peace, knowing Yohana might undertake dangerous actions to help Niels. If Henrie was involved, at least he could attempt to keep her safe.
