"But I'll still keep my phone," Kyouko said softly, pulling it from her handbag and showing it to him.
Haruki blinked. "Why?"
Kyouko smiled. A calm, gentle smile… but with something unreadable behind it.
Inside her mind:
There's something in here I still need to hold onto.
The truth.
The evidence.
But she didn't say it out loud.
She tapped on the screen and brought up her gallery.
Then leaned in and whispered to him—voice soft, warm.
"This video here… the one we took."
She gave him a knowing look.
Haruki raised a brow, and a slow grin spread on his lips when he saw it—
The one they recorded in the Okinawa seaside house.
That night on the couch—
Just the sound of the ocean outside, and the two of them tangled in pleasure and whispered devotion.
"And this," she continued, swiping gently, "our first picture together. On our first date. Before we crossed the line."
Haruki looked down.
The photo popped up—
