The bathtub was filled with warm water and soft foam, with candles glowing along the edges, casting a golden light over the marble. There were even chocolate-covered strawberries nearby. It all looked almost unreal — especially knowing Bruce.

He sat at the edge of the tub, sleeves rolled up on his shirt, holding a glass of wine. In his eyes — an unspoken apology.

“I was wrong,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “I shouldn’t have pulled away again.”