★Nathan★
The café was quiet when I arrived, and the late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the pavement. I sat at a small table near the window, with my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had already gone lukewarm. I had been here many times before, after work, after surfing, after late meetings, but never had the place felt as tense as it did now. I knew Timothy would show up angry. I knew I deserved some of that anger. But I also knew I couldn’t wait any longer. He needed the truth before Cassandra heard it from me tonight. I rubbed my thumb against the edge of the cup, trying to steady myself, but my chest tightened anyway. I had gone through a lot in the last forty-eight hours, and the weight of it still sat on my shoulders. The truth about Rebecca. The confrontation
