Susan's POV
The school gates are just ahead, and I’m scanning the crowd, waiting for my kids to appear. I haven't been in New York in five years, and every step feels like a betrayal to my past. But now, standing here, my feet frozen to the sidewalk, I realise there's something else that could break me—her.
Chloe.
I spot her before she sees me. She’s standing near the sidewalk, one hand resting on her son’s shoulder as he pulls at her, eager to get to the car. Jonathan. He’s grown so much. His face is rounder now, his eyes wide and innocent, but there’s something about him that makes my chest ache. I haven’t seen him since he was just a toddler.
She looks almost out of place, like she belongs in one of those glossy magazines, her black coat hugging her slender frame. But then, our e
