The Truth about the Past

The call from Seoul comes on a Tuesday afternoon. I'm knee-deep in paperwork when my phone buzzes, the Seoul area code immediately catching my attention. As I listen to the official confirmation that Han and I are being recalled to Seoul, I feel a strange mix of relief and nostalgia.

The next few days pass in a blur of goodbyes and loose ends. Ko organizes a small farewell gathering, her eyes betraying a hint of sadness despite her professional demeanor.

"Don't forget about us down here in the provinces," she jokes, but there's a seriousness underneath.

"How could I?" I reply, meaning it more than I expected to. "Take care of yourself, Ko. And keep fighting the good fight."

As I pack up my desk, Officer Shon approaches, looking uncomfortable.

"Look," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, "I know we didn't always see eye to eye, but... you did good work here. Seoul's lucky to have you back."