Sylvia never stopped looking for Julian. But after he left, afraid she would find him, he moved somewhere else.Even Claire could not track him down.Sylvia believed she would never see Julian again for the rest of her life.Until one day, during a business trip to a quiet town overseas, she stopped at the end of a cobblestone street. Through the bright cafe window, her eyes locked onto a man wearing a beige apron.Behind the counter, Julian was quietly polishing a coffee mug.The sunlight outlined his gentle profile, as though the years had smoothed away every sharp edge and every trace of the pain he once carried.Sylvia's eyes instantly filled with tears. Years of longing and guilt surged into overwhelming joy.She could not wait to push open the door and walk up to him, even if it was only to say that she was sorry.Before she could take a single step, though, a woman in a floral dress walked into the cafe, holding the hand of a little boy about four or five years old.Jul
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