Sade’s POV
Lakeshore Drive was packed, bumper to bumper, the glow of headlights stretching endlessly into the horizon. Sade exhaled, switching her playlist from hip-hop to smooth jazz, letting the mellow notes ease the tension coiled in her shoulders. The workday had drained her, and she needed this transition—needed the music to wash away the stress before she got home.
She glanced at the time. 5:45 PM. If traffic cleared up a little, she’d be home within the next half hour. Adamo would probably show up around 7:00 or 7:15, expecting dinner. But after today? Cooking was the last thing on her mind. Instead, she tapped through her phone, placing an Uber Eats order from The Cheesecake Factory. By the time she pulled up to her house, the food would be waiting.
As she finally turned onto he
