A Different Man

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Adele – Water Under the Bridge

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The sun kissed the sky, warming the horizon in a soft, golden glow. Anthony was back to his composed self, as though nothing had happened.

I shifted my gaze to the neat row of palm trees swaying along the road, the blur of passing cars streaking by. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. The cool morning breeze filled my lungs, laced with the sharp, familiar scent of Anthony's mint cologne.

He sat behind the wheel, focused on the road. Just like he said yesterday, we were headed to the orphanage.

He'd insisted on driving, telling his guards and assistant to take the other car—the black SUV now leading ahead of us.

After a long stretch of silence, he cleared his throat. "Alicia."

I turned. He looked casual this morning—grey-and-white polo shirt with blue jeans. I am wearing same shirt as well.