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2025-04-16 07:00:51I chose a small café in the arts district for the meeting—neutral territory, always crowded with students, and importantly, no alcohol served. Given Fiona's history, meeting at a bar seemed unwise.
I arrived twenty minutes early to secure a table with a clear view of the door and both exits. Old habits from my escape from Daniel. I ordered herbal tea, declining the barista's suggestion of their "amazing fresh scones."
Fiona arrived exactly on time, making an entrance as she always did—head held high, eyes scanning the room as if taking inventory. She'd lost weight since I'd last seen her, her cheekbones more pronounced, her designer clothes hanging slightly loose. Her eyes found me immediately.
The look that crossed her face was hard to read—not exactly hostility, but a complex mix of emotio
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