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The hum of the engine was the only sound in the car as I drove back to the company, gripping the wheel just tightly enough to keep my hands steady. Despite this, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
She hadn’t changed.
Julia was still the same. The way she deflected my questions with that laugh of hers. It was almost comforting. Almost.
And she was still pretty, too. More than I remembered, even.
I shook my head, forcing myself to focus on the road ahead. It was nothing. It didn’t matter.
Whatever feelings lingered—if they even existed—were relics of the past. I had a life now, responsibilities, plans that didn’t include her.
The smile faded as quickly as it had come, and by the time I pulled into the underground parking lot of the company, my expressio
