a year later, Rodrigo returned.
Not with Evelyn.
Not with Daniela.
Alone.
He sat in the waiting area with a bruised cheek and blood on his sleeve when Camila passed after a delivery.
She stopped despite herself.
He looked up.
“Cam.” Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. A quick pulse. A tightening in her throat. A memory of flowers on a coffee continue reading …
