The next morning...
Kya stood, showered, dressed, and tied her hair back. Her eyes were tired, but her movements were steady. She had a restaurant to open. She had a life to build. She had work to do.
And she refused to let Elena derail her before she even started.
The construction site was buzzing with noise—hammers, drills, voices shouting measurements. Kya walked through the space with her clipboard, checking progress, asking questions, making notes.
The restaurant was coming alive.
Her dream was taking shape.
And focusing on it helped quiet the storm inside her chest.
She was reviewing the layout for the bar area when her phone buzzed.
Sadie:
Lunch. Now. I’m outside. Don’t argue.
Kya smiled despite herself. She grabbed her bag and headed out.
Sadie was leaning against her
