Robert:’s POV
It was a long time ago, back when Tessa and Robert were still married and I was living far away from New York City. Back then, I was a scruffy-looking punk with shaggy hair and an old, beat-up Volkswagen. I was trying to make a name for myself, to find my place in the world. But things were hard, and I struggled to find my footing. I was working odd jobs and living hand-to-mouth, just trying to get by.
It was a late night at the diner I worked night shifts, and I was wiping down the counters, exhausted. I barely noticed the group of men who walked in, until I saw the way they were dressed. They were young and handsome, and their suits were sleek and expensive-looking. They had perfect hair and shoes that shone in the fluorescent lights. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of
