d of me. As I left the house, I worried about the unpredictable weather on his side and whether he dressed appropriately. At

aking a sharp turn, I crossed solid lines and ignored a red light, driving straight to the train station. On the w

uddenly heard my ex-husband Davin's voice beside me. At the same time, "Nicole, I'm ove

usness and confusion made it impossible to hear their conversation. I wasn't sure how long they exc

in's failure to clarify my identity and equally surprised to discover the colleague relationship between Gavin and him. But in my current state of confusion, I could on

form him that the important client had been picked up and the vehicle had been arranged, but the client expressed that he was too tired for dinner and would instead dis

ples, our table of three felt incredibly out of place. I listened halfheartedly to Gavin and Davin's conversation, my thoughts in turmoil. I feared Gavin disc

d me as a close friend. I didn't know what Gavin would think. So, I kept my

back, while the two instigators enjoyed their drinks. Our unusual trio attracted curious glances from all around. All

alcohol and slumped over the table. I sighed and, with Gavin's hel