Chapter 29

Willow found herself tossing and turning in the bed late at night. She got up and stepped out to the balcony, letting the night breeze brush past her tousled hair. At that moment, she noticed Joseph leaning against the railing at the adjacent balcony, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He looked especially melancholic under the moonlight. "Can't sleep?" Willow softly asked. It was as if Joseph had known all along that she'd show up. He smiled without turning around, replying, "I'm thinking about what happened earlier." He turned around, the moonlight tracing the sharp features of his profile. "I lost today." Willow raised her brows. "What do you mean you lost?" "Chad became the hero first." Joseph sounded frustrated when he continued, "That punch was supposed to be from me." Willow couldn't help but roll her eyes. "What's so great about getting into a fight? Your combined ages come up to 60 years old—yet you're both still so childish!" Joseph suddenly turned to face her. H