JD was happy beyond measures.
She waited for me. Because she wanted to have dinner with me.
He sat down, but for a moment, he didn't touch his food. He just looked at her, watching as she filled the space between them with lighthearted conversation, asking about his day, telling him about hers.
And she was smiling.
Not just any smile.
A real one. A warm one. One that reached her eyes.
The tension in JD's shoulders eased as he listened, matching her warmth with his own.
But beneath it all, one thought still lingered at the back of his mind.
Fiona didn't make her cry. If anything, she had cheered Joanne up.
So then…
What had made her cry?
And why did JD have the sinking feeling that he already knew the answer?
Jonathan.
The name flickered in his mind like an ember reigniting a dying flame.
He hated to think it, but it was possible. Joanne never talked about him, but JD could see it—feel it—that some part of her still hurt because of him.
