When Debbie returned to the hotel that night, Felix
immediately noticed the change in her demeanor.
"Everything okay?" he asked gently, his concern
evident. Debbie hesitated, the weight of her encounter with Pasco pressing down on her. "I ran into someone… from my past."
Felix's brow furrowed. "Pasco?"
She nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "He wanted to talk. To explain."
Felix remained silent for a moment, his expression
unreadable. "And how do you feel about that?"
"I don't know," Debbie admitted, her voice cracking.
"It's… confusing."
Felix stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Debbie, whatever you're feeling, it's okay. Just
remember—you don't owe anyone your forgiveness or your time unless it's what you truly want." His words brought her a strange sense of comfort and guilt. Felix had been nothing but supportive and understanding, yet here she was, wavering because of Pasco.