The air was crisp outside the café, a sharp contrast to the cozy warmth we had just left behind. Gino and I strolled down the bustling street, and I watched as people rushed by, lost in their own lives, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within me.
Gino’s laughter was infectious, echoing in my ears as he recounted a funny mishap from the office. I wanted to engage fully, to soak in the joy of this moment with him, yet the shadow of Damon loomed larger with every step we took. My mind raced, an endless loop of worst-case scenarios taunting me.
"What’s next on the agenda?" Gino asked, pulling me back to earth as we stopped at a crosswalk. The flashing red hand signaled for us to wait, and I could feel my heart pounding, not from excitement but from a sense of impending dread.
“Um, ma
