After work, she drove across town and parked a little way down from the address, just off the main road. The street was charming in a way that made her stomach twist—lined with bakeries, flower shops, and small cafés with tables tucked under string lights. A place meant for intimacy.
She sat behind the wheel, hands cold against the steering wheel, watching the passersby. Connor hadn’t taken her on a real date in months. Now, it seemed he came here regularly. Not for errands. Not for work. For someone named Elena. And Julia was finally about to see it.