Ofelia’s POV
By the time I left Blackwood Enterprises, my emotions were completely drained. My eyes still felt puffy from crying in the restroom, and my palm still tingled from the slap I had given Damien. I couldn’t bear the thought of going back to the mansion yet. If I went home now, there was a real chance I would run into him, and after everything that had happened today, I wasn’t ready to look him in the face.
My feet carried me aimlessly down the busy street. The city noise wrapped around me—honking cars, people chatting on phones, the distant rumble of construction. It all felt distant, like I was moving through a fog. Eventually, I spotted a small café tucked between two tall office buildings. It looked warm and quiet, with soft lighting spilling out onto the sidewalk. Exactly w
