(Samuel's POV)
I arrive at Morrison Cafe twenty minutes early.
Can't help it. Haven't been able to sit still since Caroline's text yesterday. I changed my shirt three times this morning. Shaved twice. Even used the cologne she bought me for our second anniversary—the one I know she liked.
I need to be perfect for this.
This is my shot. My one chance to show her I've changed. That I'm not the man who threw everything away. That I can be the husband she deserves.
And if leaving Jason happens to come with a million-dollar publishing company attached? Well, that's just a bonus.
I order a coffee I don't drink and sit at a table near the window where I can watch for her.
My therapist would be proud. I've been going to sessions twice a week now. Actually talking, working through the things
