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A Fire in the Dark

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-14 17:54:04

Fernando's POV

The clink of cutlery against my plate echoed in the hollow space of the restaurant.

Every bite I had forced down now churned in my gut like regret.

I had finished my meal—alone.

Michael’s seat sat empty across from me, his plate untouched, steam from his meal long faded.

He had seemed so excited to try it. Now the dish looked like a cold reminded of how cold our evening had gone.

His glass of wine stood untouched too, casting long reflections under the dim candlelight.

The silence was deafening.

I leaned back, running a hand over my face.

“Good job, Fernando,” I muttered, my voice low and bitter. “You did it again.”

That flicker of rage—so familiar, so strong —had flared up the moment I saw Ethan.

Of all the damn restaurants in this city, why this one? Why tonight?

Fate had a way of crawling back into your life like smoke under a door—subtle, choking, and impossible to ignore.

The doors at the far end of the restaurant swung open.

Ethan entered, his posture calm
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