Ten years went by in a blink.At a high-end classical concert in Vienza, Cleo and Rory showed up as invited guests.Time had been good to her. It sharpened her into something calmer, more refined. Next to her, Rory still had that roguish edge—just quieter now. Together, they were the kind of couple people couldn't help but notice.At intermission, Cleo slipped away to the restroom while Rory got pulled into a conversation with someone from the music scene.She walked alone down a thick, carpeted hall.At the corner, she ran into someone.A man in a wheelchair, pushed by a caregiver.A dark coat, a blanket over his knees. His hair had gone almost white. His face was thin, lined with age. Only his eyes held on—deep, quiet, worn from everything he'd been through.Damian.Cleo stopped.He saw her too. Their eyes met, just for a second.Nothing hit. No surge. Not even a flicker.Her heart was still, like calm water.She looked at him like he was a stranger—someone who had nothi
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