"I didn’t come here to place blame," Evelyn said softly.

Raindrops pattered against the café window as she sat across from William. The aroma of coffee and toasted bread filled the air, but neither of them touched their cups. The table was quiet, yet heavy with the weight of unspoken truths.

William gave a small nod, his eyes locked on the woman he once loved deeply—and maybe, still did.

“Then why did you come?” he asked, his voice calm but tight with restrained tension.

Evelyn looked down, gently rubbing her fingers together as if trying to soothe the storm brewing in her chest. “To listen. To try... forgiving. And maybe,...