Blake's POV
Sunday night
The silence in the car stretched between us, I hadn't seen much of Cassie today. as I had a early morning golf game with my project managers, then straight to the office afterward to tackle paperwork I'd been putting off. I'd meant to get home early, give us time before dinner. Instead, I'd barely made it back with enough time to shower and change.
She sat beside me in the back seat, her profile illuminated intermittently by passing streetlights. The midnight blue dress she wore was elegant but understated, hugging her curves without screaming for attention, another choice that didn't align with the woman I'd married. Old Cassie would've demanded every eye in the room. This woman seemed content to simply exist in the space, happy in the silence, not feeling the
