But nothing—nothing—prepared him for the moment he stepped into that small café on Alberta Street and saw the one variable he had never accounted for.
His past.
The Moment Everything Stopped
The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered.
Time seemed to slow.
At a small table near the window sat Nia.
Six years hadn’t changed the way she held herself—calm, grounded, present in a way he had never quite understood when they were married. Her curls were pinned up, just like on quiet Sunday mornings long ago.
But she wasn’t alone.
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