Sebastian went silent, so silent that Cassie could hear the muffled hum of downtown Chicago through the restaurant's tall windows.
The city was alive even on a weekday afternoon: taxis honking along Michigan Avenue, pedestrians wrapped in coats against the late-winter wind, the metallic groan of the L-train echoing in the distance. Inside, however, the air between them turned tight and uneasy.
Cassie shifted, the soft leather of her seat creaking as she watched his face. His silence wasn't passive; it felt weighted, as though he held back a truth that might fracture the ground beneath both of them.
Her pulse kicked up. If she had known for even a second that he was married, she never would have called, not for help, not for clarity, not even to understand that damned night from
