Sophia
The morning breeze carried a soft chill that bit lightly against my cheeks as I stepped out of the house.
The faint mist that hung in the air made everything look like a watercolor painting calm, and peaceful.
I had missed this quiet.
Mrs. Ross had finally agreed to let me return to work after a week of enforced rest.
She had been firm about it, insisting that with twins on the way, I needed more sleep than stress. I had agreed reluctantly, only because I didn’t want to worry her further.
Truth be told, I had grown restless. Staying indoors with nothing but my thoughts as company had nearly driven me insane.
I adjusted the small scarf around my shoulders and started down the road toward the restaurant.
But as I walked, I found myself glancing around left, right, across
