KENNAN
The last few days had been a blur of mixed feelings. Ever since Ram reached out to me, it felt like I was walking a thin line between the memories of our past and this new relationship I was building with Wayne. I kept replaying our conversation, the way Ram looked at me, the longing in his voice, the promises he was making.
I need to see you again.
Those words lingered in my mind as I stared at my phone, contemplating the message he’d sent that morning. Part of me didn’t want to reply, but something pulled me in, the thrill of the unknown, the possibility that we might still have something left. I knew meeting Ram could reopen old wounds, ones I thought had healed, but the draw was irresistible.
So, I agreed to meet him at a small, dimly lit restaurant on the outskirts of the
