Chapter 64. Goodbye Blake

The bell over the café door jingled sharply as Travis Turner stepped inside, the sound cutting through the hum of conversation like a knife. The familiar aroma of freshly ground coffee and warm pastries did little to calm the tight knot of tension coiling in his chest. His sharp blue eyes scanned the room, immediately locking onto the back corner where Camila Martinez sat, sunlight from the window catching strands of her dark hair. Her laughter, light and carefree, mingled with the soft hum of indie music drifting through the café, a melody that now seemed almost cruel in its cheerfulness.

“Camila,” he murmured under his breath, the single name heavy with both affection and a simmering anguish he refused to let show.

His gaze sharpened as it shifted to the man beside her—Blake Ward. Blake leaned forward slightly, that familiar smug smile plastered across his handsome face. The sight of him,