Okay, checking. Here’s a revised Chapter two. The apartment had never felt so quiet. The rush of seeing her name had settled into something calmer now… More personal. Nick sat alone on the couch… the soft glow of his phone lighting the room. He read her messages again… then again… studying her photo, smiling almost without realizing it. It wasn’t nostalgia for the past… It was curiosity about the woman she was now. Across town, the music thundered through the venue… Friends laughed and sang at the top of their lungs, but every few minutes Isabella’s eyes dropped to her phone. She read his reply, smiling to herself. No one around her knew why. The conversation had its own private rhythm. The jokes and the easy teasing came first… Then, without either quite meaning for it, the tone shifted. When Nick asked about her life… there was a long pause… then came the truth… “It’s been a good life. I’ve been married a long time… We have two wonderful kids.” Nick read the words twice. He smiled. “I’m really happy for you.” And he meant it. That simple exchange eased something in both of them… The reality was clear… respectful… grounded… No boundaries crossed, but something meaningful acknowledged. That understanding settled between them and strangely made the conversation feel even safer… Hours slipped by. More than once each of them almost ended the night, but didn’t. Finally, they said goodnight. He set the phone down, then picked it up again, smiling. She sat in her own quiet space, phone against her chest, smiling too. Two different lives, two homes… the same unspoken excitement. Not about breaking rules… but about rediscovering a connection they thought time had quietly buried.