Night had fallen over the whole city, and Daniel did not return to his empty villa.
He parked his car in front of the restaurant where he and Serena had their first date.
Alone, he sat at the window seat they always took, and ordered the sea salt macaron that was her favorite.
When the dessert arrived, he cut off a small piece with a fork and brought it to his mouth. The sweet, creamy flavor melted on his tongue, but he could not taste even a sliver of the heart-fluttering excitement he had felt back then; all that was left was bitterness coating his entire mouth.
He could not swallow another bite.
The server recognized him and spoke cautiously, "Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson didn't come with you today? We haven't seen her in such a long time."
Daniel's hand around the fork froze, and he
