Autumn stepped outside in the cool air. So much happening these days!
The diner door swung shut behind them, and the cold air hit instantly—sharp, biting, sobering.
Autumn pulled her coat tighter, her breath clouding in front of her. The street was quieter now, most of the shops dark, only the string lights and a few lampposts glowing against the snow.
“That was… a lot," she said softly, glancing back at the diner.
Caleb nodded, hands in his pockets. "Mrs. Louise doesn't do subtle things."
"Never has." Autumn laughed quietly, but it faded fast. Her brow furrowed. "But what she said… about Paxton's family losing everything. That fast. It doesn't feel right."
Caleb's jaw tightened. "Sometimes things happen."
"Not like that." She stopped walking, turning to face him. "Not in one night
