The next day at noon, Clara walked out of the police station under bright sunlight.
She headed toward the Italian restaurant across the street, but before she reached the entrance, a black car suddenly pulled up by the curb. The door opened, and a familiar figure stepped out.
Clara froze.
Julian stood there in a black overcoat, his face pale, dark circles shadowing his eyes. His gaze locked onto hers.
"Clara."
His voice was hoarse and unlike his usual self.
Clara’s expression didn’t change. She didn’t even look at him again and walked straight past.
"Clara!" Julian rushed forward and blocked her path. "Listen to me—"
"Mr. Rivers." Clara stopped and looked at him, calm as if he were a stranger. "There’s nothing left to say between us."
Julian stepped closer, his voice trembling. "C
