Celyne POV
I didn’t expect him to take me somewhere familiar.
The moment the car pulled to a stop, my breath caught in my throat.
The café.
Of all the places in the city, it had to be this one.
My fingers curled slightly against my lap as I stared through the window, my heart tightening with something I wasn’t ready to name.
“We’re here,” Alexander said calmly.
Like this place meant nothing.
Like it wasn’t filled with memories I had buried so deep I thought they were gone forever.
“I know,” I whispered.
But I didn’t move.
Because stepping out of that car meant stepping back into a version of us that no longer existed.
Or maybe… one that never truly died.
Alexander didn’t rush me.
For once, he didn’t demand, didn’t push.
He just waited.
And somehow, that made it harder.
Swa
