The engine of the car went silent with a soft click, the sudden quiet settling heavily around Caleb as he remained seated for a few long seconds, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the small, unassuming pastry shop in front of him.
From the outside—
It looked ordinary.
Warm lights.
Soft colors.
A place where people came for sweets and comfort.
Nothing more.
And yet—
Caleb knew better.
He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over his face as he tried to steady the storm inside him, forcing his thoughts into order, into clarity, into something usable.
Because what he was about to do—
There was no turning back from it.
“Get a grip,” he muttered under his breath before opening the door and stepping out.
The bell above the shop door chimed softly as he entere
