Faith hesitated outside The Corner Nook, her pulse hammering in her chest as she looked between Alex and the dark figure seated inside: David. The man she’d once loved—her children’s father—was sitting alone in the corner, waiting, his face partially shadowed by the dim light. The night air was thick with tension, and every instinct in her screamed for caution. Yet, beneath her wariness, she felt a flicker of hope—hope that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the ...