The morning after that breakfast felt like walking on thin ice that was finally starting to thaw, but I could still hear the cracks underneath.
Damien had left for a short meeting at the office, kissing me goodbye longer than usual, his hand lingering on my waist like he needed the extra second to convince himself I’d still be there when he got back. I told him I had errands to run, which wasn’t entirely a lie. I really did need to see Sofia.
I found her at our usual café, already halfway through a caramel latte. She looked up when I slid into the booth across from her, eyes narrowing immediately.
“Girl,” she said, pointing her spoon at me like a weapon. “You look like you got f****d good but cried right after. Spill.”
I laughed despite myself, the sound a little shaky. “Hi to you too.
