Three days after the bus station, Victor drove Selena up the winding road to the cliffs. Neither spoke much during the drive. The radio played softly between them, filling the silence with old songs they both remembered.
Selena stared out the window, watching the city fall away beneath them. "I remember this road," she said quietly.
Victor's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I hoped you would."
The overlook hadn't changed. The same weathered wooden bench still faced the ocean. The same wind still carried the scent of salt water. It was here, ten years ago, where they'd first admitted they loved each other.
Victor parked the car and came around to open her door. The gesture felt both familiar and strange—a habit from their past life together.
They walked to the bench, keeping a c
