The city was dark and nearly empty at that hour.
The cold wind brushed against her face as she drove through the quiet streets of Chicago, her thoughts racing.
She didn't know why she was doing this — maybe to end it, maybe to face him once and for all.
Ross had told her where to meet, and finding the place wasn't difficult.
It was an old park on the edge of the city, nearly deserted at night, the streetlights casting long, lonely shadows across the pavement.
When she arrived, he was already there — leaning casually against a bench, his car parked nearby.
As she turned off her engine, Ross stepped forward, a grin spreading across his face.
"It's good of you to come, Jennifer," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "This will be a night of revelation for the two of us."
Jennifer's hands tightened on the steering wheel, her heart pounding.
Jennifer stepped out of the car and locked it behind her, the soft click echoing faintly in the quiet evening air.
