Sarah and I sat in the cozy corner of Café Luna, sipping lattes and catching up. Earlier, I’d tackled errands alone—Drew’s vague promise to “take care of something important” still lingered in my mind, but I’d learned not to pry.
At the grocery store, I bumped into Sarah in the cereal aisle. Her bright smile was a welcome break from the monotony. We chatted briefly, then decided to grab coffee together.
As we settled into the café, the hum of conversation wrapped around us like a blanket. I stared out the window, lost in thought, while Sarah sipped her caramel macchiato.
"I'm glad we're doing this," she said warmly.
"Me too. It’s been a hectic week."
But beneath the surface, something gnawed at me—Drew’s recent behavior. His silences, his vague apologies, the way he seemed distant.
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