Point of No Return

Clara stopped short. She turned to meet his gaze and saw the deep concern in his eyes.

"Okay," she finally said. "I get it."

Only then did Owen gently release her arm.

That evening, Owen insisted on cooking dinner, making all of Clara's favorite dishes.

It was just like old times; whenever she was upset, he'd always find a way to cheer her up, either with a home-cooked meal or a fun outing.

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