Dave had been wrestling with his thoughts all day, the weight of his emotions pressing heavily on him. He couldn’t shake the memory of Cassidy’s confrontation with Mira. Hearing her declare that she still loved him had ignited something deep within him, a resolve he hadn’t felt in a long time. But now, he needed to know if those words had been genuine or if they were just spoken in the heat of the moment.
Dave pretended that he was going to visit his son; he found himself standing at Cassidy’s front door later that evening. His heart pounded as he knocked, unsure of what kind of reception he would receive. Cassidy opened the door, her expression guarded, as if she had been expecting this visit but dreading it all the same.
“Dave,” Cassidy said, her voice flat. “What are you doing here?”
