[Two Days To The Party]
CINDY’S POV
“Girl, I’m dead serious, you gotta face Henry already,” Vicky snapped from behind the counter, her voice sharp as she leaned forward, hands planted on her hips.
“He’s hauntin’ this place like a damn ghost. Third time today, and don’t even get me started on the past few days.”
She rolled her eyes, tossing her ponytail as she spotted him through the café’s glass door, his slumped figure trudging toward Lily’s.
I yanked my baseball cap lower, adjusting my oversized sunglasses, and spun my chair so my back was to the entrance.
The bookshop was cozy, all warm wood tables and shelves stuffed with colorful spines, the air thick with coffee and that musty smell of old books.
A couple of customers flipped through novels nearby, and the espresso machine his
