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Darwis' POV

As I sat in the car, watching from a distance, an uneasy feeling took over my mind. Kayra had been acting strange for the past few weeks, and tonight she had left again in secret. I could no longer hold back this suspicion. There was something Kayra was hiding from me, and I had to find out.

I saw her leave the house silently, carrying a small bag that she always brought when she left for no apparent reason. Quickly, I followed behind, making sure she didn't notice my presence. Her car stopped at a small cafe on the outskirts of town. The place looked deserted, with only a few vehicles parked outside.

I waited in the car, watching Kayra enter the cafe. Not long after, a familiar-looking man approached her. I recognized the man, he was a journalist who often appeared at important events. They began to talk with unusual intensity, Kayra's facial expression showing suspicious seriousness.

My burning curiosity made