Noland’s POV

I walk into the upscale restaurant, with Avery by my side. The dimly lit establishment exudes elegance and sophistication, with its opulent chandeliers casting a soft glow on the tables adorned with crisp white tablecloths and gleaming silverware. A melodic tune from a string quartet drifts through the air, adding to the soothing ambiance.

After I check my phone one more time, I sigh and put it back in my pocket. Natasha left a day ago, and ...