It’s our anniversary, for heaven’s sake!
I wiped my face, determined not to let this ruin our night. We’d been married 25 years—this was a celebration, not a reminder of how time had shifted us.
I took a deep breath and stepped back into the dimly lit dining room.
That’s when I saw it.
Saffron stood by our table, leaning slightly toward Thorne. She handed him a small piece of paper.
Thorne glanced at it, his face lighting up in a way that screamed guilt. His cheeks reddened, and he quickly tucked the note into his pocket.
My heart plummeted.
I froze, feet glued to the floor, the world narrowing to that moment.
What is happening?
The air seemed to vanish from the restaurant, taking all joy with it.
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