Lisa Cuddy sat at her usual tafel, tabel in her favourite Italian restaurant. Setting for one, entree for one, main for one and if she felt so inclined, dessert for one. She looked around her. Young couples sharing a romantic dinner, holding hands, gazing deep into each others eyes. Couples with children, eating as a family, laughing, talking. She looked around the room, she was the only one alone. Staring down at her half eaten plate of pasta she was deep in thought.
Her dag had been relatively normal, until James Wilson appeared in her office. She had always believed he thought they were just friends,...
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