When concrete news of Amelia's location finally reached him from overseas, Dominic dropped everything and rushed to New York without a second thought.
At dusk, he stood beneath her apartment building as the setting sun gilded the woman approaching him. Her sharply tailored professional dress hugged her figure, and the meek submissiveness of the past had vanished from her expression, replaced by unshakable poise.
Dominic had never seen Amelia like this.
She seemed coated in the golden light of twilight, so radiant it was hard to look away. A dull, spreading ache gnawed at his chest.
Staggering forward, his voice cracked with uncontrollable trembling. "Amelia, I am sorry. Can we talk? Please?"
Amelia glanced at him, her face showing neither surprise nor resentment, only a calm as still
