Georgia looked a little thrown by Emily’s reaction—clearly, they had more to talk through. “Let’s find a coffee shop and sit down for a bit,” she said gently.
“Sure.”
They stepped into a cozy local café just around the corner. Georgia glanced at the menu and asked with a smile, “Still a latte girl?”
Emily was touched she remembered, but shook her head. “I can’t have coffee right now. I’ll just get an orange juice.”
Georgia raised her brows, surprised, but kept her questions to herself for the moment.
It had been a while, and now that they were sitting across from each other again, a bit of awkwardness settled between them. Still, Emily took the lead. “So, is your baby a boy or a girl? I should’ve brought a gift…”
She’d noticed Georgia hadn’t posted much on social media lately—no baby
