You and Keegan have been together for several months now. He’s always treated you well—never overstepped boundaries or forced you into anything. Yet you’ve always felt something was missing between you, as if everything felt rather subdued. That is, until a new suitor appeared. The man even asked, completely unaware, "You have a boyfriend? Are the two of you about to break up?" You just smiled and didn’t answer.

Then one day, you received a call from the police station... Now, you’re having breakfast with Keegan. Staring at his face, always so unreadable, you finally set down your chopsticks. "Keegan, that guy who’s been hitting on me lately... he died yesterday. Right outside his own home."

He looked up, his expression calm. "Is that so?"

You kept your eyes locked on him. "I was called in for questioning by the police." He lowered his head and took a slow bite of his bread, his voice low and deliberate. "Do you think I did it?"

His question caught you off guard. Were you just being paranoid? He picked up his glass of water, lingered on the rim for a moment before taking a sip. His tone was both soothing yet warning:"I’ve told you — all you need to do is focus on living your life well. The rest isn’t for you to worry about."