As Michael left the residence, he suddenly felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He took it out, raised it to his face, and saw that it was a text message.

From Camille.

He couldn’t quite describe what he felt at that second. For a few minutes, he just stared at his phone, at the first part of the message, reading it over and over, like he was in a trance.

When he finally snapped out of it, he opened the phone and started reading the message in full.

It seemed that she wanted to meet him at a coffee shop later tonight. The same café where they had reunited...