Thane nodded, accepting the small win. “Dinner, then. One step at a time.”
Mira looked at him, her voice calm but firm. “I’m not promising anything else, Thane. I’m only coming for dinner. Don’t read the meaning into it.”
“I won’t,” he said quietly.
They finished their lunch in silence, the air between them thick as none spoke. Thane paid the bill and walked her back to the car, holding the door open like he always used to.
She watched his hands on the wheel, steady and calm, and her heart ached with silent guilt. Just a few days ago, she had refused to listen and let anger cloud her judgment. Now, knowing the truth, Mira couldn't help but feel regret coil in her chest.
He hadn’t deserved her harsh words, her distance, or the pain she let fester between them. He had tried to explain,
