CHAPTER 105

Sophia’s POV

The restaurant Elijah chose was tucked away on a quiet street, its dim lighting and vintage decor exuding an old-world charm. I took in the cozy ambiance, feeling both excited and uneasy. This feels an awful lot like a date.

Elijah led me to a corner table and, to my surprise, pulled out my chair for me. “Here you go,” he said with a small smile.

“Thank you,” I replied, sitting down and trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach. Elijah had never treated me like this when we were married. It made me wonder if he had changed since I left him.

We perused the menu in silence for a moment before the waiter came to take our order. I chose the pan-seared salmon, while Elijah opted for the house special, a hearty beef stew. Once the waiter left, Elijah leaned back in his chair, his eyes softening as he looked at me.

“So, how's Reese doing?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“She's good,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. “She's been really into drawing lately. It's amazing how fo