CADE'S POVThe air inside the restaurant was rich with the scent of melted butter, garlic, and expensive wine, a soft hum of chatter filling the dimly lit room.Across the white-clothed table, Jamie laughed at something I said, her eyes bright and animated as she took a dainty sip of her sparkling cider. She looked genuinely happy and beautiful, her emerald dress catching the warm glow of the overhead chandelier, her hair falling in soft, perfect waves.She was sweet, attentive, and fun to talk to. By all accounts, this was supposed to be an ideal Saturday night date.And yet, as I forced myself to smile back and offer another polite, engaging response about her family and two younger siblings, my mind was entirely somewhere else.For the past three hours, I had been running on autopilot. I kept trying to keep myself focused in the present, reminding myself that Jamie deserved my full attention, that she had been nothing but kind since the moment we met.But beneath my ribs, a hollow,
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