"She's doing well," his father chimed in. "She's still working at the clinic, same as always. And since it's already past eight, she's probably home by now."
"You should go pay her a visit," his mother added, her tone encouraging.
"Good idea, Mom. Maybe I will." Ross stood up, his grin widening as he headed toward the door.
As he stepped outside, the cool night air greeted him, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from a nearby garden.
He made his way through the familiar streets, his steps light with anticipation.
The image of Mrs. Lawrence—a mature, beautiful woman who had always held a special place in his heart—flashed in his mind.
"It's been a while," Ross muttered to himself, a mix of excitement and nervousness stirring within him.
The walk to her house wasn't long, but it felt like a journey back in time.
