Alexander didn’t remember the drive back.
Didn’t remember the turns he took.
The lights he passed.
The distance he covered.
Only that he was sitting in his car now.
Still.
And alone.
The engine had long gone quiet, but he hadn’t made a move to step out. His hands rested loosely on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed ahead, though he wasn’t seeing anything in front of him.
Because his mind.
Was somewhere else.
With her.
Amelia.
The way she walked away replayed in his head over and over again, each time settling deeper than the last. Not rushed. Not hesitant.
Certain.
That was what stayed with him.
The certainty.
There had been no doubt in her steps, no lingering glance, no silent invitation for him to stop her.
She had chosen to leave.
And he had done nothing but stand ther
