Every time she shifts or looks around, I bury my face in a newspaper I grabbed for this purpose. The familiar streets of Seoul gradually give way to less familiar territory. I try to keep track of our route, but my attention is split between our location and making sure I don't lose sight of Song.
As Han walks away, I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. His support means more to me than he could ever know. In a unit where many still look down on me for not graduating from the prestigious Korean National Police University, Han has always been in my corner, judging me on my skills and instincts rather than my background.