CHAPTER 30
I arrived at the restaurant, my stomach in knots. The place was quiet and cozy, with soft jazz music humming in the background. I scanned the room and spotted Pamela seated in a corner booth, her posture graceful, her face lit with anticipation. When she saw me, she waved cheerfully. I forced a smile and walked over, returning her wave with a small nod. As I reached her table, she stood and pulled me into a warm hug. “Are you excited to finally meet Lila?” she asked brightly, her eyes shining with excitement. I lied. “Yes, I am.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue. This wasn’t the right time to tell her the truth—about me, about Noah, about everything. She looked too happy. Too hopeful. And honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to crush that just yet. But deep down, I knew she was wast
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