The restaurant on Calloway Street was the kind of place that did not need to announce itself.No sign above the door. No listing in the obvious guides. Just warm light visible through frosted glass, a quiet that felt intentional rather than empty, and a maître d' who greeted Dorian by name and led them to a corner table without being asked.Corinna had changed after work. Not dramatically — a deep burgundy dress, her hair down for the first time in days, small gold earrings that had belonged to her grandmother. Simple things. But she had looked at herself in the mirror before leaving and felt, briefly, like someone she recognised.Dorian was already seated when she arrived.He stood when he saw her. Not in the performative way some men did — the grand gesture designed to be noticed. Just quietly, naturally, because it was what he did. He waited until she was seated before he sat back down."You look well," he said."You sound surprised.""Not surprised." He studied her for a moment wi
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