Chapter 15

Just as Calista stumbled, a strong arm steadied her. "Watch out!"

"Thanks," she began, then stopped, her eyes widening. "Henry? What are you doing here?"

Seeing a familiar face in such an unexpected place sent a wave of comfort through her. Henry's expression remained unreadable as he replied, "I saw you earlier, in the car. I never thought you'd be devoted to the research."

As Ken's best friend, Henry was well aware of their complicated history.

"It's good to see you," Calista said, forcing a small smile before hurrying to catch up with her group. Henry watched her disappear into the crowd, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Good to see you too," he murmured.

That evening, the base leaders hosted a welcome party. Laughter and music filled the air, banishing the winter's chill. Calista joined in, clapping and singing, momentarily forgetting this was her first New Year's Eve away from home—and away from Ken, who was probably celebrating with Viola.

She slipped outside for some fresh air. Wandering toward the back of the base, she overheard a hushed conversation.

"Henry, I really like you. I'm attractive and a good person. We'll be here for the next ten years—why not give us a chance?"

Calista froze, instinctively holding her breath. Henry had always drawn attention with his striking looks: tall, with sharp features that contrasted with Ken's softer charm.

She turned to leave, unwilling to intrude, but Henry's response stopped her.

"I appreciate it, but I'm sorry. My heart already belongs to someone."

Curiosity flared. Growing up, she had never seen Henry show interest in anyone.

The woman's voice wavered. "You don't have to make up stories if you're not interested. Even if there is someone, we're all stuck here…"

"She's here," Henry interrupted.

"What?"

"The woman I love is at this base," he said, his voice softening. "I lost my chance before, but this time, I won't let her go."

Confusion furrowed Calista's brow. Was Henry truly in love with someone here? She made a mental note to ask him later.

As she quietly retreated, a twig snapped under her foot. She winced, but the pair seemed too engrossed in their conversation to notice. The woman's voice grew tearful, though her words faded into the night as Calista withdrew, her thoughts swirling.